I was sick last week...really sick...and as Rob sat beside me talking to me in bed he dashed outside and said..."I'll be right back"...he took off with a smile so I assumed all was well and that whatever he was up to was pretty special...and it was.
He sat a beautifully wrapped gift on my lap and said that this was not from him, but that it was from my whole family...I was still a bit confused...so I opened the card and what I read just brought tears to my eyes...the entire Mooney clan had remembered how difficult the holidays are this year and decided to ensure I felt loved and remembered. They purchased me these beautiful chimes that now hang outside my kitchen window. These chimes are called "Amazing Grace" chimes and they truly have the beautiful notes of the song "Amazing Grace" I just cried as I held them up...for so many reasons. Amazing Grace was played at my Mothers funeral and that song took on a whole new meaning for me as I sat outside staring at her casket that day...My Mother LOVED wind chimes...growing up she had them on each side of the house and was always rotating them or looking for new chimes....once she passed the first thing I took up to that old indian cemetery was a set of chimes....before her grave was even dug up...there were chimes there waiting for her.
For the longest time I went to the cemetery every other weekend...I needed to...it was part of how my heart needed to grieve. The last time I was there it was hot...REALLY hot...Oklahoma HOT...and I was busy working the dirt on her grave trying to make it level and ready to build a garden upon. I decided I needed a break and I stood up to straighten her very tangled chimes that I had hung....as I stood there frustrated at those chimes for getting tangled I talked to her...I told her I was sorry they were tangled and that I would fix them...I kept asking her why in the world she had to be buried in such an old cemetery full of lizards....and bugs :-)
I decided to sit on the bench next to my brothers grave (they are buried side by side) and rest...I turned to look at the chimes that I spent the past 10 minutes unraveling and in the 2 seconds it took me to walk from the shepherds hook holding the chimes to the bench...those stinkin' chimes were tangled again....I just laughed and said "oh, forget it." Chimes are really important now....
So...see all of these people in the picture below? They love me. I think sometimes we get so sad and broken over the one we've lost that we forget we have a whole army of family behind us STILL HERE and loving us.
Thank you God for my chimes, but most importantly the people behind them...my Mooney army.
He sat a beautifully wrapped gift on my lap and said that this was not from him, but that it was from my whole family...I was still a bit confused...so I opened the card and what I read just brought tears to my eyes...the entire Mooney clan had remembered how difficult the holidays are this year and decided to ensure I felt loved and remembered. They purchased me these beautiful chimes that now hang outside my kitchen window. These chimes are called "Amazing Grace" chimes and they truly have the beautiful notes of the song "Amazing Grace" I just cried as I held them up...for so many reasons. Amazing Grace was played at my Mothers funeral and that song took on a whole new meaning for me as I sat outside staring at her casket that day...My Mother LOVED wind chimes...growing up she had them on each side of the house and was always rotating them or looking for new chimes....once she passed the first thing I took up to that old indian cemetery was a set of chimes....before her grave was even dug up...there were chimes there waiting for her.
For the longest time I went to the cemetery every other weekend...I needed to...it was part of how my heart needed to grieve. The last time I was there it was hot...REALLY hot...Oklahoma HOT...and I was busy working the dirt on her grave trying to make it level and ready to build a garden upon. I decided I needed a break and I stood up to straighten her very tangled chimes that I had hung....as I stood there frustrated at those chimes for getting tangled I talked to her...I told her I was sorry they were tangled and that I would fix them...I kept asking her why in the world she had to be buried in such an old cemetery full of lizards....and bugs :-)
I decided to sit on the bench next to my brothers grave (they are buried side by side) and rest...I turned to look at the chimes that I spent the past 10 minutes unraveling and in the 2 seconds it took me to walk from the shepherds hook holding the chimes to the bench...those stinkin' chimes were tangled again....I just laughed and said "oh, forget it." Chimes are really important now....
So...see all of these people in the picture below? They love me. I think sometimes we get so sad and broken over the one we've lost that we forget we have a whole army of family behind us STILL HERE and loving us.
Thank you God for my chimes, but most importantly the people behind them...my Mooney army.