Nearing the Home Stretch!

Tomorrow is the big move.

Movers will be here in about 9 hours.

I am running off fumes at this point.

I have been too busy to really think about HOW BIG this move is going to be. Which is a good thing. Because if I stop to think about it, I won't be able to do this.

While going thru my oldest son Jonathan's room we found a poem he had written last year.

The last verse just made me weep. We typed it up pretty for Mama Jo.

Here it is:


Papa has been gone from us now for 3 weeks yesterday.

I had saved all of Papa's voice mails to my cell phone over the last year or so. I have so many that whenever I get a new voice mail, my mail box is instantly full.

So then I have to go in and delete the unimportant message. Sometimes, my phone makes me listen to the older messages first, so that I can re save them.

I had my cell phone on speaker on Tuesday while we were running some errands. I had a new voice mail but before it would play it, it wanted me to play an older message first.

All of sudden, on speaker phone, it was Papa Bud talking to me.

"Hey hon, just calling to see how you and the kids are doing", he said.

Jonathan, who was riding in the front seat wasn't expecting to hear his Papa Bud and he burst into tears.

That's how close the grief is. It's right there. In your face. And we are so close to the beginning of this end that grief can hit you and knock you back a few without you even knowing it.