I haven't been feeling good the past few days so I've been staying at home, and watching lots of TV. I've been watching Long Island Medium on DVR and I swear I cry at every persons story. Every single one! The older I get, the more I realize that our days are numbered. I think about my mom and my in laws getting older and it's very difficult to imagine what life will be like when they aren't here. I also started to think about my Granny. Her birthday is today, so that's what prompted me to write.
Josie Bell Mitchell passed in 2006, right before Jesse and I celebrated our one year wedding anniversary. Her death took us all by surprise because it was so sudden. She wasn't sick and she wasn't in an accident; she simply went to bed that night and didn't wake up. For a long time I held on to a lot of guilt for not calling her more often to tell her I loved her and for not visiting more often. We had just moved back to Jacksonville earlier that year and her house was literally 10 minutes away. Why didn't I come by more? Why didn't I make more time for her? I guess I figured she would be around longer than she was and I took that for granted.
Our church is doing a series on the next generation, so we have been having deeper talks with the kids about God at supper time. One of those conversations rolled into a discussion about families. The kids are intrigued by who is who's mommy and who is who's brother and Auntie M and Auntie Tracie.
"How many cousins do I have again, Mommy?"
"So Grandma is Daddy's mommy and G-Ma is your mommy?"
"Is Uncle Greg your uncle too, or just my uncle?"
The kids are so proud to have so many people in their family and they have so many questions.
"Who is your grandma, Mommy?" I got quiet for a split second, and said, "Let me show you".
I thought it would be cool to find a few pictures of her so I could share them with the kids. I looked through album after album and I only found two pictures. Only TWO! I didn't even take a picture with her at my wedding, and damnit do I regret that every day. I cherish the photos I have, but man! If I could go back and do it over again, I would have taken more pictures with her so my kids could have seen what a beautiful relationship I had with her.
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Mother's Day around 1998. JB is the Silver Fox in the middle |
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My college graduation 2000 |
Since we've had kids, I take way more pictures than before. My husband thinks I'm crazy and he cringes every time I bring the camera out. I have told him and my kids, that one day, I feel like it will be harder for me to remember things, and I'm documenting moments now so I have something to hold on to later. However, there are people in my family (primarily women) who dodge my camera. My mom doesn't think she's photogenic. My mother in law doesn't like how her skin looks in pictures. My aunt thinks she's too heavy. [Now that I think about it, my Granny didn't like pictures either.] In a way, these pictures become our history. They can and should be passed down to our kids, grandkids and great grandkids.
As our pastor says, none of us will make it out of here alive. Do I think pictures are the most important thing in life? Of course not. I encourage you to
spend as much time as you can with the ones you love! Cherish it! Enjoy it! Soak up those moments! But in the event someone asks you to take a picture with them; your child, your mother, or your husband, give it some thought before you say "no". Most people don't realize how important pictures are until they are all we have left.
Love you, JB and I miss you every day. Happy Birthday
always,
astreia