I have a lot to write about in my journal today. I have felt so full of sadness, joy, and love, love, love. Today was the funeral of my Grandma, Margaret Manning McCracken. There is too much to write here, and it is too personal, really. But for my siblings (who I love sooooo much), I wanted to post a couple of things that happened and were said that I want to remember.
First, let me say that I am so lucky to be part of this family. As Margie said at the funeral today, I feel like I won the jackpot in having been chosen to come to this family.
Last night, after leaving the viewing, I was listening in on a conversation being had by the kids in the back seat. Bennett said something so beautiful, it is worth sharing here. He said,
"Seeing a dead person is weird, huh, guys? It's like they are just sleeping there. And really, they are. Grandma Stick is like Sleeping Beauty, and she isn't going to wake up until Jesus kisses her."
Kids are amazing; they know more about most things than we could hope to.
Also, a special experience I had today came as I made a total mess of the piano piece I was invited to play at the funeral. WHILE I was playing, Jake came up and stood by me to tell me he had to go to the bathroom and the door was too heavy and he couldn't find Jason. So I was a leetle distracted, and missed some notes. Several, actually. But here's what happened: I didn't care! Usually after I have performed and I don't do well, I beat myself up and swear off performing ever again. But this time, the thoughts came very clearly to me that the song was a gift to
Grandma, not to the audience. And guess what? Grandma would have loved it. For her, it was good enough. Perfect, even. That's just how she was. And I have felt so powerfully blessed by her love all day long. I will forever. May I be just a teensy bit more like her is my wish and prayer tonight.
