Weekends

Sorry it's been a while......this weekend was just slamming busy for me!

Saturday was fun: I had a soccer game (we lost), then ate dinner with the grandparents. Afterwards, I went to a Washington Freedom game with my friend and her family. They won, which was nice.

Then yesterday, up early for church. We had a guest pastor, and he only preached until 11:30!!!!! which was kind of nice, since my family had to leave right after the service.
For her Mother's Day present, my mom wanted us to go and help out one of her friends with a Mother's Day brunch at a nursing home. So the whole family went, along with my aunts and cousin. We served fruit, cookies, cake, and drinks to all the older people. It was a really nice time, seeing how the older folks appreciated our kind words and actions.

After that, we scurried over to my cousin's house for a Mother's Day dinner. This is the first Mother's Day without Mom-mom, so it was kind of bittersweet. It was nice to get together with all my family members though, and reminisce about all the good times we had had with Mom-mom. My favorite part was listening to stories told by my dad and his siblings about growing up with Mom-mom.
Then, as we were all getting ready to leave, Aunt Becky gathered everyone together to share our favorite memories of Mom-mom. We started off with my cousins Kylie, age 6, Mason, age 4, and Skylar, age 3. It was a little sad listening to them, because they really don't remember much about Mom-mom. I feel so bad for them----I have all these great memories of living with Mom-mom for 14 years, but here they had her only for a snippet of their lives. At least I know they'll be able to live with her forever in heaven.
When it was my turn to share a memory, I could only think of one thing: Whenever me, my brothers, or our cousins would say something mean or do something bad, Mom-mom would say some made-up word, like "happachinymama!" or something like that. It would make us laugh, even though we were technically in trouble. As I tried to remember her exact words, I felt tears come to my eyes. I don't like to cry in public, so I held them back as best I could. All my family members laughed as they remembered her saying that too. Then it was on to someone else, and I was able to collect myself.
The really hard thing I've been dealing with Mom-mom being gone is talking about all the memories and old days. I can look at pictures and not feel sad, but once we talk about her sandwiches or Christmas parties or anything else, I start to cry. I feel silly saying that, but it's true. Then I just have to remind myself that those times are past, and I have a whole eternity to live with her in Heaven, where tons of other memories and fun times will be had.


I love you, Mom-mom.