|Me, MyMama and OURGayla, March 2010.|
Special NOTE: if you ever read a comment by Anonymous, that's
most likely MyMama!
Since I completed this same Blogging from A to Z Challenge last year, I wanted to add some flavor for my long-time readers by inviting guests to blog for me. I was excited nervous about asking myMama if she wanted to join in the fun because, since I was a little girl watching her write in spiral notebooks and then hide them away, I have always wanted to read her writing. I imagined Mama was some secret novelist who wrote under a Nom de Plume (I had a very active imagination as a child). When I awoke on Wednesday morning last week, I was completely humbled and honored to see that MyMama had not just agreed to join us in this challenge, but had already written TWO blogs for me to use this month! I couldn't help but cry and cry hard reading this...if you ever wondered why I am the way I am, it's because this woman raised me. I am thrilled beyond measure to welcome to "Aunt J-Me Says So" my hero, my idol, my mother and best friend...
H is for Happy Home
Gone are the days of looking at our new home with complete happiness. Of course it could be argued that this home is no longer new. This time last year, my husband and I had lived here almost a year, and it never failed to thrill me as we approached the home of our happiness. It had seemed meant to be. From my chance seeing of a used tractor on my rural route that inspired me to go home and tell my beloved of almost forty years that if we were ever going to build our dream house, now was the time to buy the 4.49 acres he had been eye-balling for a year and the used tractor and get a move on. We started the process then and there and soon owned some really nice swamp land, but, alas, the used tractor was gone. No worries...a brand new John Deere came to live at this happy home after we moved in.
|From Left to Right: JamesII, JamesI, Grandpa|
also a James), JamesL, JamesCarolL, and
wee one JamesIII. Where's Jason?
|THERE'S JASON! He's the one |
up the framing behind MyMama and
We moved in on the first day of spring 2010, and, true to form, there was a snowfall. It was freakish but somehow fitting that my beloved of forty years build a fire in the fireplace that we nearly had to arm wrestle our beloved son into including in the house plans.
So fast forward to the following March (2011). It had been a wonderful year of driving in and getting a surge of joy every time I pulled into our driveway and looked at our happy home. I worked an extra year before retiring so that we could get it finished and not have to finance any more than was necessary. It truly was one of the happiest most satisfying years of my life capped off by retirement on December 31, 2010.
Then on March 19, 2011, we lost our oldest child. Over the past year, I noticed that driving up to the house no longer held the extra joy it did before. Happiness is not gone, but it is altered by the knowledge that someone who made my total happiness possible has left. Now when one of my two other children drive away from our happy home, my heart breaks a little with the knowledge that the last time I saw HER, she was driving away from us and it turned into forever.