As May comes to a close and calendars flip to June, I come upon the anniversary of Kramer’s passing. For those of you who are long-time blog, readers know my husband Kramer died two years from lung cancer.
It’s a hard time… but I’m doing good. At the two-year mark, widows know their husband really isn’t coming back. They know that life now is what it is. They are getting used to managing and making decisions on their own. They are figuring out their way financially. All of that progress brings some comfort. People hate the phrase, “new normal”…but that’s where I am…a “new normal” as a widow.
I’ve had super support through all of this. My kids have been fabulous. I’ve had good friends check up on me…I’ve had the local firemen, neighbors, my childcare families..and the list goes on to include all of you, my blog readers. I don’t think I could have been more supported by everyone.
…but I would be leaving two of my biggest helpers out if I didn’t mention Georgia and Gannon. They are my two-year-old grandchildren. Gannon is Kalissa’s guy and Georgia is Kelli’s girl. They were born March/April 2019 only a week apart. God’s time in bringing these two into my life couldn’t have been more perfect.
Kramer was able to meet both of them. Here he is with Gannon…
Here he is with Georgia…
On Gannon’s birthday, we had supper at my house. We went around the table and all of us say something we love about the birthday person. It’s gotten to be a bit of a tradition that I love.
It was my turn to say something I loved about Gannon. My comment was, “He saved me.” Kalissa couldn’t figure out what I was talking about. Then I went on to explain…
While Kramer was sick, both of these two precious grandbabies gave me something else to think about. Both of them gave me hope. I can’t tell you how many times when things got hard, I would just grab one of them under the pretense of wanting to rock them, but the truth was, they gave me an out…and excuse to sit and shed a tear or two without everyone noticing.
I take care of these two a lot. They are two needy little humans, but honestly, they have given so much more to me than I could ever give them.
They make me laugh when I want to cry. They make me think of everything and anything besides that their Papa Moo isn’t here. They have me thinking about potty training…and having them try Swiss cheese which surprisingly, they love. They make me think of anything and everything…they did it from the moment they were born. They have been the most beautiful distraction from the sadness of loss.
They are so goofy…and I couldn’t love them more.
Even though they both are deep in the throws of showing their wants through temper tantrums. Here they are eating freeze pops.
When we snapped this picture in April of 2019, I have no idea where life was taking me.
I had no idea the two years later, it would be me sitting on the couch alone without Kramer with me. I had no idea we would have four more grandchildren.
I’m so blessed to have them all…but I’m especially blessed that God put Georgia and Gannon in my life just when He did. I needed Georgia and Gannon….a million thanks to them both for loving on me when I needed it most.