Last week was crazy.
AGMA had to work all week (the horror!!) and then we went to visit the Grands on Friday.
Between those two things, and the fact that tRump is indeed President and that it was NOT a bad dream, I was exhausted.
But visiting the Grands is always fun even if visiting with their parents is less than fun. Long story that you don’t want to hear…
AGMA’s hoping time will bring them around. Again.
Things weren’t too good before and after B, the oldest, was born. We didn’t feel very welcomed when we would visit and got served a lot of cold shoulder. With no sauce.
But after V was born nearly 3 years ago, things got much, much better. The reason why is a mystery, but we were encouraged to visit often. And when we were there, we felt very loved and welcomed.
After years of being emotionally distanced by them, it felt like a fairy tale ending where everybody lives happily ever after.
But, how does that old saying go…nothing lasts forever?
I noticed the change starting when DIL was 6 months along with their 3rd. The distance started creeping back in.
Then we were told that we could not be there for the birth or even afterwards for the foreseeable future to meet our new grandchild.
“Ah oh,” AGMA thought, “they be going crazy again just like they did after B was born.”
And yes indeed. They have.
They did invite us up to meet TT two weeks after he was born, but the notice was so last minute that airfares were quite high. So Hubs decided to stay home. I was NOT going to miss meeting my new grandson so I pulled out the credit card, swallowed my pride and bought the $400 ticket.
Thought a miscommunication, we also booked a trip for both Hubs and I to come up this past weekend. I don’t think our son or DIL wanted us there, but the tickets were bought…
And Hubs finally got to meet TT (8 weeks old now.) He was TOTALLY smitten. I mean, he’s even crustier than AGMA, and he was complete jelly around the little guy. He must have taken 200 pictures of him.
I now believe in love at first sight.
Who knows how long he would have had to have waited before we got “approval” for a visit?
Our welcome was cool, but at this point, AGMA didn’t care. I was over their cray cray. I just wanted to see my grandkids. And to make sure they know they are loved by their Nana and Bumpa.
During our visit, as I was lying on a couch with TT sleeping peacefully on my chest (OMG – does it get any better than that???), I started praying for him. I prayed that he would grow up to be a man like my recently departed friends, Bill and James.
Bill was a Deacon at my church. I got to know him through volunteering for 2 years with our morning sandwich ministry. AGMA’s church is in downtown Atlanta which has a massive homeless population. Every Monday through Friday, we hand out bag lunches, bottles of water and cups of coffee to homeless men and women until 9:30 or until we run out. I volunteered on Mondays.
Bill was in charge of this ministry and also the food pantry that gave out groceries to people in need.
Bill retired about 5 years ago. What I didn’t know at the time was that he had been diagnosed with Alzheimers. He continued to attend church and try to sing in the choir until about 2 years ago.
He was a gentle man of great faith, and devotion to both God and his family. He also had great compassion for “the least of these.”
He saw God in the needy and destitute rejected by society.
He passed away on August 9th at 70 due to complications from Alzheimers.
James really wasn’t a friend, but I felt like he was. He was a monk at the Monastery of the Holy Spirit, just outside of Atlanta. He’d been a priest for 20 years before he decided to enter the Monastery in 1994.
AGMA started going to retreats at the Monastery in the mid-2000’s. It’s in a beautiful setting and I loved interacting with the monks. They are witty, intelligent, engaging individuals who have lots of outside interests. I spoke with Fr. James a few times and loved his humor and down to earth attitude.
James was a photographer and a writer. He published 6 books, two of which contain his photographs of scenes around the Monastery along with inspirational writings. He also wrote for various publications like the Georgia Bulletin, the Living Faith devotional and the local newspaper to name a few.
AGMA knew that he was a man of great gentleness, humility, and faith though his photographs and his words. He had the ability to turn something very ordinary into something sacred and extraordinary.
He saw God in the simple, commonplace things around him.
He passed away on August 15 at 71 due to complications from a lung biopsy.
And so I prayed for that tiny precious little boy sleeping peacefully on me, lulled by my heartbeat. I prayed that Bill and James would intervene somehow to help him grow into a man who, like them, would be compassionate, loving, faithful and able to see the sacred and holy in the ordinary. That he could see the divine in those marginalized by society. That he would have a heart capable of great love, great kindness and great forgiveness.
And my resentment of the cray cray of his parents dissolved into prayers for their marriage, and their physical, mental and emotional health as they try to navigate life in these uncertain times with 3 little children.
Thanks Bill and James, for not only watching over my sweet TaterTot but for giving AGMA a much needed attitude adjustment.
I’m sure I’ll be talking to ya’ll again soon.