Long time no write- Saying Goodbye to family and pets

Quite a while has passed since I sat down and put some words on these pages. I do so enjoy reflecting in this way. I am 100% sure next to no one, if not absolutely no one, even read these, yet I get some comfort in the time it takes and the availability of the place.
     Today, (meaning my family) took part in a memorial for my Aunt Rosalie. It was the most beautiful occasion. My cousin Cathy, more like a sister but officially a cousin, did what could only be described as perfection in honoring her mother. It was beautiful, heartfelt, and blessed. I can only aspire to do the same when the time comes for my parents (faithfully believing it to be MANY years from now). I have never considered my own death other than concern for provision for my children. Yet, I wish it was similar when it is my time. More like a large gathering of those I shared my life with as they communicate with each other my fond and sometimes imperfect memories of me. Wouldn't that be wonderful to hear for yourself? 
     Anyway, this evening was nothing like the day, unfortunately. My dear husband, in his ever tenderhearted way, dug a hole and took great care to make the burial of not just my class pet but Michael's beloved companion. It would not be a stretch to say she was a bit of emotional support for him like only an animal can do. Unlike any other guinea pig I have ever seen, she would lay still and buried as close to you as possible. How will we ever replace her? All these years living on this property, not one single pet is planted on the land today. While 2 horses, 2 cats, and 1 dog have passed away, Guinea Girl (Butterscotch) is the first. I helped Michael turn 2 sticks into a cross, and he brought a rose from my Aunt's service today. It was beautiful and devastating. My heart breaks for him and what it will feel like to return to my class with the empty cage as a reminder.


     Yet, through all of this, I have never before been more encouraged by the future ahead. Pain and suffering are a time in our lives, but divine peace and purpose never disappear. I know more than ever that God has ordered footsteps for my family and me. I simply cannot wait to continue the journey despite not fully seeing the fruition of it all. I am praying that as you read this, you, too, will be blessed. 

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