Remember the gift

 Today my husband and I gave Addison her first car. She's named her Ruby. I've never named a car before, but maybe I'm missing out on doing so. It was an emotional day for everyone involved because of the waiting...the surprise...the execution of a surprise. While sitting on the couch tonight after my girl spent her entire evening washing Ruby and cleaning all her parts in the dark, I emplored her to remember this gift. "I will," she said. Isn't that what we all say?

Do you remember the gift of your marriage? Do you remember how excited you were to find your person? The butterflies and balls of emotion clogged your mind at first, but soon gave way to reality. It was the reality that we are all selfish humans who's first instinct is to protect ourselves...to look out for ourselves. It's hard to put somone else first when you are worried about how you may be wronged or hurt. It's natural, this self-preservation. It's innate. What isn't innate is the ability to put someone else above yourself. For mother's it may be easier because the little one is helpless. For heroes it may be easier because they receive gratitude or recognition for their sacrifice. But what about when there is only grief, little or no appreciation and no recipricaton but only more demands? We have forgotten the gift. Its erased as if it never happened. 

Humans are notorious throughout history for doing this. Read the Bible. God gave blessings. The people, after a time, forgot about those blessings and rebelled. Whether it be by worshing idols, marrying the enemy or whatever form, they always forget. It's frustration to read about repeatedly and even more unfortunate to experience in person. History repeats itself over and over again.

As I sit here tonight I don't know how to remind my daughter of her gift or the way she is so appreciative right now. I know she will become entitled to her car. She will forget that she never deserved it just because she existed. She received it because we loved her. If you love someone truly, you want nothing more than the best for them. That is the highest form of love and yet the hardest kind to maintain. To give and give with no expectations of anything in return is abnormal to our humanity. It is expressly demonstrated and taught by Jesus himself. His sacrifice was ultimate and yet he dies over and over without end to give us a chance at the very best we could ever imagine. We rebel. We think we know better. We think that the sacrifice wasn't even necessary because our joy on earth is enough. It's not even comparable and yet we try and make it so and convice ourselves of that false fact. 

Take a minute and think of your gifts. All the gifts that you were given with no strings attached that were based solely on love. Uneneding, immeasurable love. Unselfish love. Sacrificial love. There are so many and yet there is just ONE. 

Oh daughter, this is a car. You will have many cars in your life. It made you cry and you felt ever so thankful. Remember the gift. Remember this place of humbleness and appreciation that you experienced today. 

Oh husband, this is a relationship. You will have many relationships in your life but this will be the pinnacle. It made you cry and you felt ever so thankful. Remember the gift as the years march on and the butterflies fade. Remember the place where you were that day it began. 

Oh Christian, this is your salvation. You will have many things given to you in life but this is the most valuable and precious sacrifice that will ever be made for you. It made you cry when you accepted it and you were ever so thankful. Remember the gift no matter what waters you trudge through. Remember the place you were on the day you accepted such an amazing gift.

Let us not forget: For by grace you have been saved through faith, and this is not from you; it is the gift of God: it is not from works. so no one may boast. Ephesians 2: 8-9

Catastrophe

What usually is a big rainstorm quickly evolved into something we've never seen here in Augusta, Georgia. Helene was a category 4 hurricane that hit the panhandle of Florida and came up towards Georgia. By the time it got here it was still a category one hurricane. That's pretty impressive since we are 3 hours inland. The devastation that that storm has bestowed on this city is something I'd have ever imagined. It was a crisis of devastation for so many. It felt like an episode of the Walking Dead, but without the walking dead. 

The day after the hurricane hit, people were meakly coming out of their homes if they hadn't been directly impacted. If the storm had thrown a tree on their home or car, they were crying for help on social media for someone to aid them in getting out. The power was out and in some places, so was the water. All of a sudden, Augustans were thrust into the depths of primitive living. Only a few were prepared. The sights were surreal. The damage unthinkable. For the Thurmans, day 2 of this catastrophe was the first day of real work. The five of us, gathered up the rakes and chainsaw and went to cutting at the hardest hit of our properties...Holden drive. In all, there were 5 rentals with trees on them or through them. Add about 5 to that for roof damage and add about 30 to that for trees in yards and massive limb cleanup. It was a first for the kids. They'd never worked that long or that hard. I was proud that my kids were doing it with minimal complaining. On day 3, help came in the form of a worker and "Smurf", his helper. More work was done as I became master tractor operator. We moved so many trees and logs and limbs. The days start to run together because there was no weekend and there was only hard work to do. While I would hear stories of neighbor hoods pulling together and helping each other out, I was not a witness to that at all. We own the entire street of houses where we were working. It angered me that not one tenant offered to come out and help us work. We cleaned up their yards and their driveways, yet no one offered a hand. In fact, some spent their days just staring at us work as they sat on their front stoops. I saw the part of society that only exists to be served..what will you do for me next mentalitites. Thanksfully Monday came with a slew of our workers who were able to make it in. Some brought their own kids. Everyone worked hard. Everyone sweated. Although the first day of fall has come and gone, it has been a balmy 88 degrees most days. In Georgia humidity numbers, it feels like 95 degrees. Not fair at all. 

Food was scarce, no restaurants were open so it was also my duty to feed the troops each day. If anyone knows me, cooking isn't my forte. But I did venture to cook hamburgers one day and another day we had deli sandwiches. One day were down to PB&J sandwiches with no idea what I would prepare after that. But they all worked diligently. I appreciated everyone who showed up. I know I was paying them, but I was desperate for help....and they came. Day 5 was when I could tell people were getting restless. They had no power, the food had spoiled. They had no entertainment and obviously they weren't helping to move trees. I saw a bunch of runners and excercisers. People who just had to get out of the house. It was also the day we started hearing about the calvalry. Those linemen from Texas, Alabama, Maryland and who knows where else, coming to help put our power lines back up. I ventured out with my daughter to find that near the mall, there was a Burger King opening for the first time at 11 a.m. It was 10:59!!!! That day everyone got Whopper Jrs. for lunch and I didn't have to be creative! Today is day 10 and still some people don't have power. School has been postponed until after fall break giving the kids a solid 2.5 weeks off with virtually no responsiblity. Who can work on schoolwork without power? No one, because most everything is online. We found some people to start rebuilding the roofs. We found others to frame up some damage. Insurance companies were called and things are on the move. The city is waking up as there are no longer long lines to wait for gas like in the beginning. No single file shopping trips to Walmart for fear of looting. The ice and water were free flowing from different charities and city programs. Things were looking up. It is mostly all fixable.....mostly. There were some who didn't survive the storm. Some twins and their mother in Thomson. An elderly couple in bed in Beech Island, SC. A sweet lady we have talked with so many times at the club, Katherine McCall. Just like that, it was their time to go. That precariously placed fallen tree sent them to meet their maker. Its bad for most but for them and their families, it was the worst case scenario. I feel guilty having a best case scenario at my house. We had a whole house generator thanks to my overly prepared husband. We had gone to get food and when they said the water was getting cut off, we filled buckets and bottles with water. We didn't go one day without air conditioning. We watched movies each night thanks to our cell phone hot spots. We didn't really do without for too long. Why?

In a catastrophe, you feel guilty for having frozen food when everyone around you has to throw out hundreds of dollars of spoiled meals. If you have water, you feel bad that someone 3 streets over hasn't had a proper shower in a week. I guess that's natural. It was the reason I could work so hard to get those trees off houses. It was the reason we kept going day after day. We were ok at night. Safe and cool. We were ok. 

As we embark on week 2 of cleanup, we have to do shift our focus to rebuilding. At least we're good at that. We've been doing it for 21 years. 

Waiting on Death

I quietly walked into the room. Her large King-sized bed that I remember climbing like a mountain to get on as a child, has been replaced with a tiny twin medical bed. 

The house itself was sparse in decor. There were no more pictures on the walls or on the mantle like before. I don't know when all of that disappeared or why. I hadn't been inside her house in such a long time.

You see, I am the worst of the worst granddaughter. I know that. My Grandmama has had dementia for years. So many that I cannot really recall when it started. What I do remember vividly is the day I visited and she no longer knew me. I was a stranger to one of the most wonderful and influencial people in my entire life. This woman who I had known through every season of my entire existance had lost me in her mind. I was no one special anymore. Over and over she asked if I knew her. She asked me if those were my children and with each question a part of me died. I mourned my grandmother after that. I had lost her...all of her. It was all gone. She'd never again recall our Christmases at the old house or how I'd play with all her old hats. She didn't remember the amount of her peach cobbler we could all put away or the family yard sales we had under her carport where we had watermelon seed spitting contests. The great move from her old house to her new wasn't even a distant memory. She had even forgotten the people she told me not to date and why. How can I thank her for being my rock during surgeries and recoveries when she can't even remember my name? My heart broke and I mourned because my Grandmama was no more. And so I stopped. I stopped visiting. It was too painful and she was already gone. 

Her body was not done however, for years now. That strong woman has held on longer than anyone imagined. Her daytime caregivers became her family and their numbers grew as they now watched her around the clock. 

A call from my cousin came through the car stereo as I rode out of town to get my boys from camp a couple of weeks ago. "You  need to go see her," she said. The end was drawing near. I had avoided going for so long but I knew she was right. So when I came back home, I visited. There in that hospital bed laid a tiny woman. She was so small...smaller than I'd ever seen. She smelled fresh though, as I bent over and kissed her cheek. She was well taken care of. I'd heard stories of her not being able to walk or even talk these days, so I was surprised when she opened her eyes and turned a little and in a very clear voice said, "Thank you!." 

I understood her just fine and it even made me smile. I didn't know what to say. How do you say I'm sorry for abandoning you? I sat in the chair near her bed and I held her hand. I stroked her white hair back around her ear and I whispered, "I love you Grandmama." She stirred a little with eyes still closed. I continued to speak into her ear and kiss her cheek. When I kissed her, she'd smile. I'd do it again and again just to see that smile. She had been in so many dark places with this disease. The anger, the fear, the crying spells she'd have were scary and painful to watch. But here was that smile I hadn't seen in so very long. Then, she opened her eyes and scanned the wall in front of her. She turned towards me and proceeded to tell me about little boys running around and how clean this place was (her own house). She even muttered something about throwing something over the fence. All of it I understood. To see her so "alive" made me kiss her over and over again on that cheek. I will never forget the look she turned and gave me. It ws a signature Willette look. A little furrow in her brow but with a smile - all to say, you silly girl. Again I laughed. She turned on her side and the visit was done as she drifted back off to sleep. She was peaceful. She had smiled!

Apparently its painful to die, or so my dad tells me. He said that she moans in pain so Hospice keeps her on a steady diet of Morphine. I am sure she's just hurting from starving to death because she refuses to eat or drink anything.  Always a stubborn woman. 

I am glad of one thing. She forgot long ago that she lost her baby boy to cancer. No mother should have to endure the loss of their child. To forget it was the only gift this disease gave her. 

Today I took my children to see her one last time. This visit had no smiles. There were no words. She didn't even see me when she opened her eyes. Instead she stared past me into something else. Each child held her hand as they sat in my lap. Tears flowed down both mine and Addison's face when Grandmama laid her other hand on top of Addison's. Their's was a special bond. There wasn't anything left to say. So I leaned over and kissed that cheek for the last time on this side of heaven. This time I whispered for her to give Papa and Darrell a kiss for me. "I'll see you when I get to heaven. I love you. You were a great Grandmama."

Till she meets Jesus though, we wait. We wait on death to come. We've said our peace and kissed our last kiss. She can go home now Lord. She can go. 

If tears were a measure of love....you were phenomenal. I love you Grandmama. 

Turning Tides

Last night, as every night, I charged the boys with their nightly task of getting ready for bed...bath, hair, teeth. You would think this was the hardest list on earth to remember. It never changes, this nightly routine. It's the same, day after day, and yet my 9-year-old boys do not remember they have teeth. Every night I have to remind them to brush their teeth and they act as if it's the first time they've ever heard it. 

So last night I start my reminder chants to my boys ,"Go take a bath. Wash your face..brush your teeth." Alex complies and William is missing. He is quiet. He is hiding. I wait. I call. No William. Alex goes into our 2-person shower to start his bathing. I find William who is crying. "I don't want to take a shower with Alex!" I question why. They have been together for 10 years..rarely apart. Baths and all have been a duo task their entire life. But tonight William refuses. "Why don't you want to go ahead and take a shower?" I ask. 

"I don't want to see Alex!"

If you are thinking they had a fight, that's where my head was going too. I try to pry into the situation to see what Alex did to him. 

Turns out..it was nothing. Alex hadn't done a thing wrong. William was conscious, for the first time, that he didn't want to see his brother without clothes and he didn't want to be seen without clothes. Why this hit today..no clue. But it hit and it hit me hard. It has begun. The turning of the tide...the transition of my boy child into "growing up." Like a flood it all attacked my future at once. That snuggly boy will need me less and less. He is starting to think of life without me. And then the tears began to fall. I didn't just cry. I wept. I know the path of men. I know that it is likely they will grow up and be gone. They will cling to their wife and her family and then his own family. I will become a holiday visit to plan. William, seeing my grief, came over to hug me and in the most understanding and aware maturity he told me, "Don't worry Mom. I'll come back for the holidays." I wept more. It will be Christmas and birthdays. It will be that I will no longer be a part of his everyday life. It broke my heart. I wasn't ready for the beginning of this growth to start right now! I'm not ready! 

The older i get, the more i seem to have these "Aha!" moments in the middle of a random day that will take me to my knees. 

That little boy came back to his Momma after his bath to hug me and make sure I would be ok. He laid in my arms as I realized this is short-lived. He was wise beyond his years that night as he held his weeping mother and comforted her heart. I am sure this is a picture foreshadowing a scene in our future.

I also thought of my own parents and the lack of time I carve out for them in my busy life and I felt deep guilt. Althougg this perspective was painful, I realized that kids move out so you can turn around and take care of your own parents as they reach their elder years. I will have things to focus on except it won't be the starting of life, it will be coordinating the end of life and doing my best to show my parents, through taking care of them, that I love them dearly. It's a lot. It's a LOT! I kissed my son and dried my tears. I blew my nose and prayed that God would hold me through these times I am going to face. They are coming.