A day of searching.

Today was the 9th anniversary of my Granny's death. I can't believe that she has been gone from us so long. I have been having random dreams about her lately, so as I woke up this morning I went on a search for memories. On my search I remembered the good times and the bad times. I remembered the way she looked, the way she wrote, and the way she loved. I remembered her being so sick and still smiling through the pain, even when I know that she didn't think she could take anymore.One thing I couldn't remember that I wish I could was the sound of her voice. It is amazing how some memories seem to fade away from our minds while others stay forever.


There is a Mercy Me song called "Homesick" that I listen to on days when I am missing those who have gone 'home' before me. The chorus goes "I close my eyes and I see your face. If home is where my heart is than I'm out of place. Lord, won't you give me strength somehow because I've never been more homesick than now." Often times when I am having a hard day I just close my eyes and search my mind for Granny's face. I know it is a bit creepy, but her face is always so peaceful. I truly believe that when I am in that moment I get a taste of what Heaven's peace is like. I can not wait for the day that I get to experience that peace all the time, and see her again.

I went on another search today, that was a bit more comical than my first one. As my Aunt Peg was fixing her weekly medicine container tonight she dropped one of her pills. Well, you see, Foxi is here and we were afraid that she would find the pill and eat is. So, since I am the youngest I go crawling around the floor looking for the lost pill. It was quite the adventure, but after several minutes of crawling in circles around the kitchen I found it!


I going to head on the bed now, even though I have a million things that I should stay up to do. Have I mentioned that I am still not done with the laundry?! Haha.

-Han