Gifts

Post 257

I have remained strong as the anniversary approaches. It has been a GIFT from God.

Yesterday I received a portrait of KK that one of my tween/turned teen friends has been working on for a long time. The GIFT really means a lot to me.

Today I received a surprise mailed GIFT of a GBH watercolor from a friend who knows how much the sightings mean to me. I had to hang both of them up immediately, and I like the look.

Yesterday I took the same walk at Lake Guntersville as I had on Wednesday (Last Post); this time to pick the pecans back up. (I didn't know they weren't going to shell them on the spot). I saw another three GBH, two of which I could capture. The third was flying and it wouldn't have turned out. Three more GIFTS in my eyes.

I also took a picture of a bald eagle’s nest.

As I went to bed last night, I felt the beginning of a wave approaching. I knew the last time I was with Morgan not in the hospital, was December 17th, and I knew we’d communicated about that visit via email. I wanted to see it, and it turns out it was finalized a year ago today. It immediately brought tears, then, and again now, as I'm so thankful it was a positive last email. Simple, but positive. Having gone through a bit of a rough patch together, I was thankful the visit would be happening, and I’m so thankful we told each other we loved each other and hugged when I departed that Saturday.

Now I’m in the final week and the countdown is happening. I’ve always been a “date remembering” person. I’m very nostalgic, and always have been. There is a friend I’ve had since second grade, and every year, even though we weren't really in touch for a couple decades, I still remember her birthday is May 6th, and her sister's is June 20th. I remember high school boyfriends’ birthdays and think of them for several seconds on October 16th and October 19th. Hubby and I both remember our first date was September 30th. Dates are obviously meaningful to me.

I’m now riding this wave as it’s ebbing and flowing by pretending I can hear Morgan telling me that she’s so so happy. She tells me it’s amazing there, and please try not to miss her so much - in the scheme of things I’ll be there soon enough. I pretend she tells me what heaven is like (some of which will be included in the fiction book I’m trying to finish).

I don't know if it was a mistake, but several nights ago, I ended up listening to the last two songs from her Celebration of Life. I haven't watched the recording itself. The songs are doing what they did when I first started listening to them - sticking in my head. It was continuous back then, but just random now, so I can handle it. The second one is so meaningful, and it played while this picture was up on the screen.

Here’s the song if you want to listen to it.

I realized today that I will need help wrapping the presents for the Dec 21st delivery. (Last Post) Thankfully, my pottery friend is giving me the GIFT of her time to help tomorrow.

‭‭James‬ ‭1:17‬ ‭NIV‬‬

[17] Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.