Passion is a gritty kind of love, tough and

optimistic enthusiasm that overcomes negativity and inconvenience to make it

through to the end. (10,000 Reasons Overflow)

Saturday, July 25, 2009


I went to the cemetery for the first time since my gramma died. I have no great allegience to cemeterys the person you loved is not there it's just a marker. But i like to go to make sure the markers are cleaned off and not too much overgrowing of the grass.

First, I had to stop and get a map because in the last 10 years, there was 3 new arrivals in my family. That sounds wierd. So, first Fr. Jack. He's easy to find because he's in the area with all the other dead priests. They are buried in chronological order based on death. I just stood there thinking about a man who gave his life to God and about how much he probably prayed for me to get my life together. He's the reason I have my house, God blessed me through him. His marker says "remember me loving you" and as I walked away I said "I remember you loving me" and how I probably didn't appreciate his love as much as I should have while he was alive.

Next, Janie, Gram, and Grampa. I would often go with my gram to take flowers to set at the marker of my grampa. It was something we did together. It made me sad to think that I haven't done it in two years. I also remember that my Aunt Janie and Grampa died on the same day, 20 years difference. Oh how my grampa loved Janie, and how in heaven, Janie is now whole, no more pain, no more suffering. Made perfect, in Christ.

Then to my mom and sister. This one is always the hardest because it's a physical reminder of how much I miss my mom and how I wonder how you can miss something you never had and how that missing feeling never goes away. EVER. How in my pain, God had a plan, and how thankful I was to do the Breast Cancer Walk to finally really say "to You be the Glory" and how sometimes we have to rejoice because He is good, all the time. I love mums and daisies, they are my very favorite flower. They are the kind I have always taken to my mom. "they last the longest" my dad always said. I love them, even if they remind me of cemeterys, and because they remind me of such a love, my mom.

I'm thankful for such a beautiful day. A day of remembering how good God is.

Romans 8:28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

1 comment:

Pat said...

A day of remembering.
I share your feelings about visiting the cemetary, it's just a marker, but also a reminder of that great day when we are united again in heaven.
Today is the first anniversary of my mother-in-laws passing. Lots of memories for us today too.
What a perfect inscription on Fr. Jacks marker. Nothing could say more....or have more meaning.