It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died.
Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
George S. Patton
Well, I'm cleaning out the house, one room at a time. It is essential, for me, to clean out, and organize our belongings from time to time. One room at a time, I'm moving down the hall. Today, I've started cleaning the office. How does one find the space to collect such meaningless junk? This is going to take a few days. Not only am I cleaning but, I've got pre-organized piles and the pre-piles will be fully-organized at a later date. While pre-piling, I found some of my grandmother's writings. She did have the gift of composition. I found some poems that she wrote after I was born. My mom said that I saved her life. You see, when I was 3 weeks old her two oldest sons were killed in a one-car collision. They were my dad's older brothers. I just can't, as a mother, imagine losing two children at the same time. They were 23 and 22 years old. I have trouble comprehending how my dad handled the loss. I really thought the world of her. She taught me so much about life and she told the best stories; it's as though when she was telling a story, I was watching a movie. She left for me and my brother 13 years of journals. They tell of her childhood, being a wife, being a mom, being a grandmother--a wealth of information. They are just priceless to me. This is a poem she wrote for me:
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For Lisa
Blue are my darling's eyes-
I stare, until it is pain
To see your blue, blue eyes
Telling me so plain
Of those, who were once little boys.
One who's eyes were very blue
The other a soft, soft brown.
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Was this mere chance, my darling, or
Was this coming together, you and me,
God's way of showing my need for you?
Teach me patience, Lord, and
Let me remember that little children need
Not only material things, but also laughter.
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As Patton said, "Don't mourn, but be thankful for God's gift"--my grandmother.