When I was little, my mom would help us write in our journals on Sundays. She would write what we told her and then we would draw a picture. I remember telling her to write that my baby brother liked throwing his dirty diapers at us. That same baby brother took that same journal and ripped it to pieces. I remember being devastated at losing my stories.
I tried to do this a little with our kids but I have never been very good at it. Skylers journal is much fuller than anyone elses.
Although I have not been the best at journaling for my kids, I know it is important to keep a record of our lives. I have some journals of my mothers from when I was little and it gave me a glimpse of who she was and what she hoped for. It is a priceless gift to hear her voice even after she is gone.
We never know when we will be called to our heavenly home, but it would be nice to leave a record for those you leave behind to know who you are and what you stand for.
-Misty
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Momma
It would be weird to see one of the ladies that dressed my momma to be buried but two was really weird. And in the same day, super crazy weird. These are ladies that I haven't seen in years. Another strange thing, they both talked to me about it without being promoted by me. They said it was such an amazing experience. That they felt her there and they couldn't help but laugh a little because they knew she would want that. I know she would have wanted that. It has been 12.5 years since she passed away from breast cancer, but it still made me a little sad. I was supposed to dress her, she had asked me to. These ladies did not know that. We had been visiting my dad in South Georgia when we got the call. My dad and Shay did not want to wake me, she had passed just after midnight. If they had I would have made the 5 hour drive in time to dress her. I remember crying on the way back to her house, not because she was gone, but because I had not fulfilled her last wish.
My mom was amazingly strong. I fear ever being in a similar position because I know I will never be as strong as she was.
It was neat to hear the stories from these ladies and to think of the woman my momma was, I will try a little harder to make it back to her.
-Misty
My mom was amazingly strong. I fear ever being in a similar position because I know I will never be as strong as she was.
It was neat to hear the stories from these ladies and to think of the woman my momma was, I will try a little harder to make it back to her.
-Misty
Monday, July 30, 2012
Summer fun
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
I won
Monday, July 23, 2012
Finally
I turned in the final draft of my 20 page research paper today. It was on imprisonment for debt in 1830. I have been so busy this summer, I am excited for a break. Only 8 classes left to graduate. That makes me happy.
-Misty
-Misty
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