I went through some of my older posts because I noticed that they didn't have tags/labels. So I tagged/labeled them. When I exited and went to view blog I saw that it had totally rearranged all my posts! I have tried and tried to get them back in order, but was unsuccessful. So have fun trying to figure out what post came first, or second, or even what year it was written.
So this post is not a total waste I will put some adorable photos of some of my grands and their reactions to my little chicks. Enjoy!
And here is a photo of my poor traumatized chickies trying to get away from the little peoples.
On Sunday, April 3, 2016 at 9:00 am I met my daughter Joni
and her family at my sister’s house.We
were there to visit my mom who had just come home from the hospital the day
before.I took a photo of Joni’s family
next to the bed where my mom lay.She
visited with us and seemed like she was in such a good place.She commented on how well the doctors and
nurses had treated her in the hospital.The visit was short, but sweet.
At noon I returned to visit my mom with my other daughter
Lisa, and her family.Mom seemed a
little more distressed at this visit.She was reaching toward the window when we arrived and asked me to open
it.Still, she was very conversant and
happy and seemed to be very peaceful.
That night at about 9:00 I started communicating with my
sister about my mom.She informed me
that mom was having a very hard time breathing.After a few texts back and forth I asked her, “should I come over?”Her answer floored me.“If you want.I don’t think she’ll be here in the morning.”
Of course I went right over.My mom was already gone.Her body
was still there, heart beating, lungs breathing and tissues living, but I could
tell at first glance that the essence of my mom was gone. I arrived at around
10.She died right before midnight.
I think you always look back at situations like this and
think of things that you should have done differently.One thing that I regret is not letting all my
kids know about their grandmother’s death sooner.I sent a text.I think part of me just couldn’t deal with
physically speaking the words.
But because I just sent a text we had a sweet little
experience.The next day I was talking
to Lisa and she told me a story.She was
in bed asleep and a few minutes after midnight her boys both started laughing
and talking.Lisa just laid in bed hoping
they would go back to sleep, which they eventually did.The next morning when Lisa got up she saw my
text and realized that Grandma Haroldsen must have been the one who woke up the
boys.She just stopped by on her way out
to say goodbye.
Another sweet blessing came on Tuesday morning.My niece’s 2 year old daughter came crying
into my niece’s bedroom.“Someone was
here,” she said. The mom asked who and her daughter said, “Grandma
Haroldsen.And she said she lives in heaven
now and had to go.”Then the 2 year old
started to cry because she missed her.
Some things happened when my dad died.I had 4 or 5 dreams that were especially
significant and kind of surprising.But
things also happened when I was awake and just living my life.The TV I was watching would randomly keep
changing channels, when washing my hands in a public bathroom the drying towels
dispenser would suddenly turn on and spew out paper towels, lights would
flicker on and off when I was trying to paint.One morning when I had just awoken I felt my dad’s hands pat me on top
of my head, just like he used to do. One day while standing in the kitchen with my sister and talking about dad, a fake bunch of flowers fell off the top shelf of a bookcase and landed right between us.In
each instance I immediately knew it was dad.
I’m not sure if I’ll have those same kinds of experiences
with my mom now that she’s passed, but I wouldn’t be surprised.
We may not be able to see them, but they are not gone.