Travis’ grandma died this past weekend. He’s at the funeral right now, actually. Since it is in Tennessee and this time of year is crazy busy, he had to fly, and we couldn’t afford for both of us to go. I know it’s hard on him and his family. I am sad, but I don’t have a lifetime of memories with her. And I take comfort in knowing that she is with Jonah and Samantha. She always loved her great-grandchildren, and I can just picture her dancing around with them in her arms.
Since we learned the news, I’ve had a song running through my head. It’s an older one, from Steven Curtis Chapman. I think I’ve had the album since high school! But it’s so appropriate for this I had to share it with you. I just pray it doesn’t make my husband cry.
“Going Home for Christmas”
Her house was where the family gathered every Christmas eve;
A feast was set on the table and gifts were placed beneath the tree.
Everything was picture perfect, Grandpa would laugh and say,
That woman spends the whole year getting ready for this day.
One year the leaves began to fall and her health began to fade;
We moved her to a place where they could watch her night and day.
But she kept making plans for Christmas from her little room;
She told everyone, I’ll miss you but I’ll be leaving soon.
I’m going home for Christmas and I’m going home to stay;
I’m going home for Christmas and nothing’s gonna keep me away.
I’ll be with the ones I love to celebrate the Savior’s birth;
This gift will be worth more to me than anything on earth.
I’m going home, home for Christmas.
All the leaves outside have fallen to be covered by the snow;
The family comes with food and gifts and Grandpa comes alone.
There’s a sadness in our silence as the Christmas story’s read,
And with tears, Grandpa reminds us of the words that Grandma said.
I’m going home for Christmas and I’m going home to stay;
I’m going home for Christmas and nothing’s gonna keep me away.
She’ll be face to face with Jesus as we celebrate His birth,
And this gift will be worth more to her than anything on earth,
‘Cause she’ll be home.
And as we sing ‘Joy to the World’ I can’t help thinking
Of the joy that’s shining in her eyes right now.
And though our hearts still ache, we know that as we celebrate,
She’s singing with the herald angels and heaven’s glowing on her face.
And now she’s home for Christmas and now she’s home to stay;
She’s home for Christmas, and nothin’ could’ve kept her away.
She’ll be face to face with Jesus, as we celebrate His birth,
And this gift will be worth more to her than anything on earth.
She’s home, she’s home for Christmas.
She is home, she’s home for Christmas.
Great song; great memories. That’s what going home for Christmas is all about. My grandmother, my mother’s mother, went home on Thanksgiving Day in 1985. My mom went home the day AFTER Thanksgiving in 2002. Thanksgiving has a special meaning; the feast is, well …
Peg’s uncle Bob was called home yesterday. He was 89. Cancer. 3 times he had it before it took him. He was one of the greatest fathers and grandfathers I have ever known, and the whole family is saying that now he can be playing softball again with his son who had to concede to cancer several years ago, and dancing with his wife who also passed from cancer, about 15 years ago.
The world thinks too much of death as a tragedy; we remember it isn’t. I still think of my brother walking through the gates with my dad waiting and saying “Hey, everybody, come here and meet my son!” In so many ways I can hardly wait for that day, too.
And, I know how these thoughts are for you and Travis. Well, as best I could I know how these thoughts are. I have yet to say goodbye to a child, and I envy you not, although truly it is the reward we all wait for.
Anyway, Merry Christmas to the Pittocks. And, by the way, the Riddle family, my great grandfather T.E. Riddle, came from Tennessee. Born there in the 1838, moved to Texas just before the war, served in McCord’s Rangers, and was a doctor while raising his 13 children.
There I go rambling. It is a chilly, although not cold, wet (rainy, strange for December in Iowa) day, and, therefore, appropriate to ramble.
I keep Tweeting about Group B Strep, by the way. After the New Year, I plan to do some kind of Google+ page thing. I am still formulating my concept.
Merry Christmas, anyway, again. Have a great New Year.
jim