Happy Birthday, Beeba!
She was born on my Daddy’s 50th birthday.
This picture was taken on their last birthday together. Our family had gotten together At Cannon Mennonite Church’s Fellowship Hall for Thanksgiving dinner in 2005, and nearly everyone was there. Daddy got very tired about mid afternoon, so he and Mama went back to their house. My nephew, Mike wanted some four generation pictures with Grandpa, and Deborah wanted a birthday picture, so they went back to the house and had a mini photo shoot.
Less than a month later, Daddy went Home to Heaven.
Mike, Grandma holding Jadon, Grandpa holding Lauren, and Heather, pregnant with Colin.
The pictures did not turn out very well, and I promise you that the only thing my Sweet Mama will like about this picture is that she is beside her Beloved Mark, but this is what I remember most about that day.
And this day brings it to remembrance.
Today is the birthday of my Daddy’s twin, Luke. He and is family are being trampled by what he calls “an Unwelcome Visitor.” He calls him “Lou” and we hear beneath the humor a vicious and heartbreaking struggle as the family adjusts to the diagnosis of ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease). “Living with Lou” is what he calls it, and I often weep when I read the accounts of the inroads that “Lou” makes into the life of this much loved Uncle.
This is a bitter sweet day for our family. I told my Sweet Mama’s side of the family that depending on what we focus on, it could be more bitter than sweet. But my Xanga friends have often heard me call this season “The Season Of Grateful Praise” and I believe that we are called to give thanks especially when it is a sacrifice to do so.
And so, I choose, once again, a grateful heart.
And in that choosing,
there is found one of the best blessings of all.
I can choose to be grateful.