Well if that’s not a catchy title to a post, I just don’t know what is.
Like I’ve said about a million times, grief is just down right tricky. I’m okay with screwing myself up, but not my kiddos. I figure, Josh could snap me back into reality, but dealing with my kids makes me a little more nervous…don’t want to send them into early therapy 🙂
Last week we were driving, both boys had fallen asleep, so Harper and I were chatting about different things. She started a conversation about Grammy that went like this.
Harper: Mom I really miss Grammy.
Me: Me too Harper, me too.
Harper: The other day I got sad because I found a picture I made for Grammy that I didn’t get to give to her.
Me: I’m so sorry Harper.
Harper: Can I take it to Heaven with me and give it to her then?
Me: No, baby you can’t. We can’t take things with us to Heaven.
Harper: Well can I take it to where Grammy is buried?
Me: Would that make you feel better?
Harper: Yes.
Me: Then absolutely.
So today that is what we did. Before we left the house, Harper asked if we could take some new flowers as well. Totally great idea. We stopped off at Kroger and ran in to get some flowers. Kroger is in full Valentines mode, so they had a huge display of big helium Valentines balloons in the flower section. The wee Kelleys were beside themselves. They asked if they could get a balloon to take Grammy as well. Weird? Maybe, but why not.
I had a good laugh at check out. I had a great conversation with the lady checking us out.
Cashier: You want me to take the $2.99 price tag off?
Me: No, that’s okay. (Not wanting to make her feel weird about where the balloon was going or admit to someone that we were taking my dead mom a big helium Valentines balloon.)
Cashier: Are you sure?
Me: Yeah, it’s fine.
Cashier: I’m gonna go ahead and take it off. I always hate when people see how much you paid for something.
This next part is the BEST part of the conversation.
Harper: We’re just taking it to the cemetary.
Can you say, “Uncomfortable”?
I just laughed it off, made no eye contact and mumbled a lot.
And away we went to the cemetery. I cried a bit, but it was hard to cry too hard when I had such a comical little group with me. Harper took her picture she had drawn for Grammy, the boys took some pictures then colored as well and we took our flowers and Valentine balloon. Sure to make any sad passerby smile.
When we got home and the kids were napping I thought about how funny the whole situation had been. I thought about how much I missed Mom and how she would have LOVED this story. It would have made her day to know Harper wanted to give her that drawing, the flowers and especially the balloon. She adored them and they adored her.
And while they napped, while it was all fresh, I created this.
And that’s the truth…To heal and redeem. He came.
So here’s to celebrating Valentines at the cemetery and not sending my kids into early therapy sessions.