Jason’s grandmother passed away Tuesday night and her funeral was Thursday. The events leading up to the funeral were a bit chaotic and stressful. Here is a brief list:
On Wednesday I was driving home from a fabulous lunch with Beck & Laura when I thought a car in the other lane was a little too close so I over-corrected and hit a parked Chicago city truck. I cracked the side mirror on my in-laws car and immediately started crying. Annikah fittingly commented on the mess by saying “uh,oh Mama” from her car seat. Yeah, a BIG uh-oh, crashing your borrowed in-laws car!! We found out that due to a budget crisis at our church our monthly support was being cut, Jason finally decided to see the doctor after realizing the duct tape was not fixing the glass embedded in his foot (no idea how it got there). We spent more time at Target in recent days than sleeping trying to get malaria meds for all three of us and other needed supplies. Ugh! After Jason’s cell phone screen cracked for unknown reasons (other than to further complicate things) Jason dropped our brand new international cell phone for Africa in the toilet. After being out in the burbs for the funeral I forgot I was supposed to hang out with a dear friend from high school (she took the train to see me only to call my cell (from outside our condo) and find out I was in the burbs). Sorry Kristie!! I have just been brain dead and unable to even check my planner (if I even knew where it is now?). The day my mom was supposed to help Jason unload our moving truck she hurt her knee followed by a crazy lady at the post office hitting her car. Another highlight was waking up to Annikah covered in poop, at least it was her own but it was everywhere, only an early morning hose off remedied the situation. Plus, tons of other minor but nonetheless irritating but not monumental stumbling blocks. Like, seriously is it easier to just die than get out of your Bally’s gym contract?
All of that really means nothing in light of more important things but they have weighed on us in an already stressful time. Jason loaded, drove, and unloaded the moving truck all in one day to wake up Thursday morning at 4am to make it back to the suburbs for Grandma’s funeral. Anni and I drove up and my mom watched Anni for the day so we could attend the funeral. I usually have quite an aversion to funerals, I know no one particularly loves them but I have distinct memories of my friend from high school’s funeral. She was killed suddenly at 16 by a drunk driver and it rocked my world. I could not understand how a loving God could allow this to happen. I struggled with the injustice of it all, the pain, and the fear it created in my heart. Then my paternal grandfather passed away the same year. I guess part of living is seeing others pass away, life witnesses death and yet life continues. Loss reminds me that tomorrow is not promised and that I can only live for today and there are no guarantees except the finished work of Jesus.
Attending Millie Lower’s funeral was different . It may be that I am older and maybe a half percent wiser. Perhaps part of it was that while we are certainly busy and chaotic these last few weeks but once we arrived and took a breath it was the best place we could be, with family celebrating Millie’s life. We are so thankful we had the opportunity to be here, just a few weeks difference we would be reading about the funeral over email. This has, of course, been in our thoughts as we prepare to move so far away. We will miss out on our life here, on new births, possible deaths, joys and challenges and building memories with family & friends but we are confident God will be with us and with you all, that technology will help bridge the gap of time & space, and that we will be back to celebrate, cry, laugh, and love our dear ones again.