Whoa, talk about crazy weekend! Friday night I went to a bonfire at the youth pastor's house. That was allot of fun; his wife, a friend of mine and me sat in the kitchen and talked our heads off and told hilarious stories. Before that we watched slide shows of a couple of girls who went on mission trips and played games out in the dark and roasted marshmallows.
On Saturday, we didn't go anywhere but we all had a load of accomplishments for the day.
Sunday was a mix of church events. I helped in the Sunday school class, then we left for home (a bit later than the norm). I was on the computer for most of the day and then Mum & Daddy left to prepare for a meeting at the church. I got to watch my sibs. : ) I got the five minute reminder from Rilla Anne. "Hanna, I'm hungry." Five minutes later: "Hanna, I'm hungry." I couldn't remember the last time that I couldn't get a kid to shut up. Now I can.
Monday, a member of our church died who had been coming before my grandpa became the pastor. Yesterday (Thursday) was her funeral. It is the strangest feeling when you look at a person who was the person whom you knew but now ia alien and quiet beyond compare. Not only that, but it's NOT them. It's their spirit and soul that make them who they are. Once those thing have left them, they are a nobody. There where many things I could not do yesterday. I did not go for the visitations. I did not give my last regards. I did not go to the graveside service. The first was because we had to take my little sibs to my grandma's, the second because I did not want to look on something that could not hear me nor respond. It scared me, to say it blatantly. I did not go to the graveside service because I could not watch someone I once knew be buried under ground. It struck me that it was a real person who would be in a box and under five feet of earth never to come out again or be seen by human eyes. It sounds so odd, but it's true. I instead went with my mom, brother and sister to prepare for the dinner. I helped and later found myself feeling incredibly drained.
It's been an interesting couple of days. Today should be just the same after I leave for a babysitting job and then go and clean the church. Oh joy.
- Hanna Liz
3 comments:
I understand what you mean about feeling strange at the funeral. Mrs. Bath is supposed to be THERE with us. Altho her body was, SHE was gone and rejoicing in heaven.
You did a great job even though it was scary. I am proud of you!
Love,
Muver
Piglet---
that was really deep about the funeral. it made me cry. :*( but, there is the inner writter once again coming out. funerals always make me feel weird too, because when I was really little my grandma told me my great aunt was just sleeping, and I never comprehended death for a while.
see, you ARE LOVED! I got around to checking my email (which had 300 billion messages...ok...overexageration. hehe) but, still. thanks for the comment you left on my blog. ((((((: it made me smile.!!!
-Tigger.
I wonder who was in the kitchen with you? I really must meet those people! The sound fun. haha! I hope you have a wonderful day!
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