changes…Nancy dying sure took us all by surprise. She’d been a bit under the weather and had let us know that Thanksgiving was gonna be the last time she made a big meal and brought it with her – at 73, most women would have stopped that shit years before. She’s a yr older than my mom. I guess we take people for granted. Steve has been real quiet. He didn’t ask me to cancel my plans, I did. I didn’t want to leave him. The girls and I will spend a different day together.

Everybody is talking about how she’s in heaven with Jesus and mama now. I am trying to simply be here, and not offer my words unless they are asked for. This family has bit my head off for offering my prayers before because we pray differently in their opinion. I imagine the funeral will be late next week since the christian contingent has to come in from St. Louis.

Anyway. We’ll miss her. She tried to be sweet to me and Geoffrey. She hugged me last time I saw her and that was not typical for the women in this family. She loved her grand babies and we found common ground there.

Rest in peace Nancy. ❤


About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, music, bird watching, history, gemstones, and gardening. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its bounds. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a Kingdom focused non denominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, married to the son of a preacher, with 4 spoiled dogs and and a rescued kitten. Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and depression and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow go.
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