ive me your best five minutes on life five years ago . . . (Gypsy Mama)
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I cringed when I first read this. I know where we were five years ago. We had just gotten through the first year after our 16 year old son’s death. We were still in the midst of the deep grief. I couldn’t remember the best times, until I went back in my blog and saw that healing was starting. This entry from March 25, 2006 made me smile, because I had forgotten.
I had finally given myself permission to make a meal that Matthew would never eat – Manwich sandwiches. He hated Manwich. So we made “Me-Ma Joes” (his nickname was “Me-Ma” – a name his older brother gave him when he could not pronounce his name) – mainly brown sugar and ketchup. I loved Manwich growing up, so it was more a comfort food for me – and I made it, with a twinge of guilt, and a moving on.
My husband was playing the piano that night too . . . something he did not do much during that first year. I read here where I wrote about one of our daughter’s making a lemon meringue pie and moving furniture around, just to make changes and newness.
As I looked through the posts of early 2006, there was still a lot of grief heartache, still getting through so much, but I can see the journey of healing, and how God carried us. The sting of death still stabs at us at unexpected times, yet I know without a doubt His mercies and grace continue to be renewed each day.
My five minutes are almost up but I am thinking of a woman I just met a few weeks ago at the Carol Kent DVD filming I attended. Last week she lost her husband of 31 years very unexpectedly from a pulmonary embolism. As you finish reading this, would you please whisper a prayer for Mary Jo as she begins the “firsts” of this grief journey?
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