Monday, April 17, 2006

All Snowed In

You are not going to believe what I woke up to this morning. 4 inches of snow on the ground and it hasn't stopped! We are expected to get 8-12 inches by the end of the day. After a gloomy and rainy Easter, we were not expecting this at all. Justin's parents are here and are snowed in. They will have to call in to work for tomorrow. So, now I have to figure out what to have for dinner. I made ham yesterday and we have leftover, but no side dishes. What a world. A foot of snow the day after Easter. Where do I live!? Yesterday we had a lesson about death and dealing with death. It was very sad and depressing. Not exactly what I would have liked on Easter Sunday. But maybe there was someone there that needed to hear it. I just thought of my sister, Tina, the whole time. They were talking about losing a child. It has been almost two years since her daughter died. She would have been almost 3 now. It is sad, even with the knowledge that I have. I still cry when I think about it. When I think of how difficult it must be for Tina and when I think of how different our lives would be if it never would have happened. One of the good things I did get out of the lesson is that just because we do have knowledge of life after death, it doesn't mean that we don't miss the person that has died. We should not be ashamed of our grief. And it will not necessarily go away in a month or a year or ever. We will miss that person forever. We don't need to stop talking about them or pretend they never existed. Justin's mom was sitting next to me during this lesson. She lost her eldest son, Justin's brother, a year ago. I could tell she was struggling during the lesson. Even though Jeff was sick for a long time, it didn't make it any easier when he died. I don't deal with death well. It is too sad for me. I hope I don't have to deal with it again anytime soon.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Jen, you made me tear up mentioning Charlotte. I never think of her at whatever age would be appropriate. I look at the picture I have of her at my desk at work, where she's about 6 months old on our livingroom floor propped up on her cute little arms smiling away with those happy brown eyes of hers. It has really hit me once again that she's gone. I just try to imagine her at other times working hard beyond the vail for Heavenly Father, and in the Temples. It makes it a little easier than picturing her as a baby or a growing child. Maybe she's met Daddy-Pop and her other great-grandparents.