Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Simple Pleasures: Tears
Many of you know that I lost my grandmother to cancer on Easter Sunday of 2010. This was my first Christmas without her.
But you know, God has a way of working through people in just the right way where somehow hope filters through the pain.
I received a gift Christmas morning from "BCM". It was my husband's handwriting, and per our tradition, we never place our real names on the "from" line when we are giving to our family members. We always make up some clue that gives the receiver some sort of mysterious hint as to what may lay behind the wrappings.
I should have been more clued-in, but I'm blaming the ruckus of children and the lack of caffeine in my system as to why I didn't get the hint. For the life of me, I couldn't figure it out. BCM?
I slowly unwrapped the package. Inside, a Willow Tree box. Inside, a figurine, entitled With my Grandmother.
Betty Carson Miner.
My beloved grandmother.
Tears of pain. Tears of remembrance. Tears of missing. Tears of joy. Tears of knowing that she was looking down right at that moment. Tears that say nothing, but say everything, all at the same time.
Sometimes, it is a simple pleasure, just to cry.
I'm linking up with Dayle at Simple Pleasures.