You know, this blog is not going to say what I had intended. I had something totally different in mind to post tonight as I made my way down the darkened stairs to Dan's office computer. You see, I don't have the internet at home so I have to piggy-back or leech off of someone else to make my comments in blogger-land.
So as fate, or God,would have it, I am at the Shaefer household. With the youngest Shaefer. The sugar-craving, attention-loving, football-crazed, thin as a rail Shaefer. (Ok, so I know that describes them all.... ahem.)
I had put said Shaefer to bed, finished watching Dancing with the Stars and put the dinner dishes in the dishwasher. Then, knowing that I STILL don't have my quickie budget finished for my financial class, I decided to put it off further and go spout-off some personal pity party on my blog site.
But as I tiptoed down the stairs (Hatch's room is right next to the office), I heard a noise. Dogs sniffing? No, It wasn't sniffing, it was sniffling. It was Hatch.
As I made my way over to his bed, I could make out that he was sitting up in bed. He was crying. Maybe not crying. Quietly sobbing?
I knelt down next to his bed and without a word he leaned over and put his arms around my neck and I felt his little body shake as he sobbed.
"What's up Buddy?" He pulled away and and wiped his eyes.
"I don't know what I'm gonna do without my Grandma". Oh my heart broke.
I went and retrieved some tissue at his request and then crawled onto his bed.
We sat there in the dark, my little buddy Hatch and me, and talked about life. We talked about what it means to love someone while they are here on earth. We talked about the genetics of a family line, about pain and suffering, and the peace that God grants in Heaven for His believers. We talked about how bad it hurts to lose someone you love, and he asked if I had ever been through this. I said I had.
We hadn't talked long when his crying quieted. His little body relaxed, and he laid his ratted little tissue somewhere above his head. He reached up, put his arms around my neck again and said, "Thank you Kim". Then he said he needed to go to sleep as he rolled over and snuggled up to his faithful companion Romeo.
Gramma D, your heart lives on in the love of your grandson.
2 comments:
Annie, Sara's mom, has used the expression "cracking hearts" a few times and I think it describes exactly what we are all going through. I know his heart is cracking. God puts you where we need you to be, where He needs you to be. I thank God for you. Thank you soooo much for being there for Hatch and being there for Dan & me. A better friend we could not have.
Wow. He is in such good care. Thanks so much for being there for us, and being there for Hatch.
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