Thursday, May 23, 2019
The Most Important Things
It's been a little quiet around here lately for the simple reason that May has been difficult this year.
Two weeks ago we got the news that my grandfather, my dad's father, had suffered a massive heart attack. The day after Mother's Day, we found out that my grandmother had walked into the room that morning just in time to see him pass away. I never had the chance to know Grandpa as much as I wanted to, partly because he lived across the country in Minnesota. He loved to drive all over the country with my grandmother in their camper, and occasionally they would swing through our town when I was young, often bringing along a paper bag full of balloons as a special treat for my sister and me. They came by a few times after my girls were born, and my oldest daughter vividly remembers playing card games with Grandma and eating jelly beans in their camper with them while it was parked in our driveway. Although talk always seemed to settle on frivolous things -- the weather, the dogs -- I remember one visit when Grandpa somehow wound up talking about his military service during World War II when he worked in the motor pool for Patton's Third Army. It was a glimpse into a side of him that I hadn't seen before, and I wish I could have heard more. Though he never broached the subject with us, I know that Grandpa was part of the American forces who liberated Dachau concentration camp way back in 1945. I was always terribly proud of his part in that, and I remember thinking of him when I visited the Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, D.C. years ago as I was standing in front of the candles lit for Dachau in the Hall of Remembrance. It's hard to believe that Grandpa won't be driving up our driveway again, doting on my dogs and chatting with his great granddaughters.
Only a few days after that, my dad's best friend from college had a sudden heart attack. We worried and prayed and texted messages back and forth with his wife until he was thankfully able to return home after treatment. But I was shaken. It's hard to see the people you looked up to as a child suddenly struggling with health issues, as though your own stability is somehow tied up with theirs.
And then last Sunday night my oldest daughter broke her arm at a church youth gathering, leading to a host of medical appointments and a new normal for the next few months as we help her recover from this intensely painful injury. It's been hard for her to concentrate with all the stress and discomfort, but thankfully we were able to get her last tests finished last night for the school year so that she could start her summer and really begin a time of rest and healing.
As I sit here typing at my computer, I realize that the last few weeks have left me feeling vulnerable. It's not that you don't know that these sorts of things can happen to the people you love. This is life, after all. But when it does, it feels like a tidal wave sweeping over you. The one blessing in it for me is that troubles inevitably bring clarity to my life. Little, petty things that seemed like such a big deal before, now fall to the side where they belong. The most important things -- which are almost always the things I managed to neglect due to the demands of my over packed schedule -- come to the forefront. You suddenly realize what matters most, and it's okay to let the rest go. And the people you love -- your family and friends -- you understand how much you need them, how important it is to spend time with them while you have them, to not hesitate to say, "I love you" or hug them close as often as you can.
So today's schedule will look a little different for me. Yes, there will be dishes and grading and maybe a bit of writing. But there will also be Lego building and chocolate chip cookie baking, cuddling under quilts and games of Fishy Tag in the pool. Because every minute I spend with this dear family of mine is more precious to me than anything else in the world.
Posted by Heidi Staples at 9:57 AM
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Heidi, I'm praying for you at this difficult time, friend. Thank you for sharing about your grandfather. He sounds like a true hero. In the midst of it all I hope you can enjoy this time of slowing down a bit. I hope the broken arm heals quickly for her. Take care of you too! Love you!ReplyDelete
I wish you lots and lots of good times, to you and your family, and, actually, everyone else too!ReplyDelete
So sorry about your loss. Something big always seems to bring the important things to light. Remember how much you mean to so many people, keep calm and quilt/make on. Please take care of yourself!ReplyDelete
So so sorry for your family's loss....hugs.ReplyDelete
Oh Heidi, I'm so sorry. We are experiencing similar emotional things here, with friends who unexpectedly lost their oldest son (25 yrs old) to a heart attack. We are shocked, numb, and holding each other close. Take the time you need to care for yourself and your family. Hugs.ReplyDelete
Doesn't it always seem this way? When it rains it pours. Such a test of patience and strength. Your priorities are in exactly the right place though. Have fun enjoying your family!! They are what is most important. :-)ReplyDelete
I am so very sorry for the loss of your grandfather and for the painful broken arm your daughter suffered. I'm so glad that your dad's friend was able to go home...the silver lining in that dark cloud. Loss does have a way of realigning our priorities...the trick is in keeping them aligned! Enjoy the Fish tag, Legos and cooking baking...those are the treasured times.ReplyDelete
I'm sorry about your Grandfather. It is hard to lose them, and as time goes on you wish you could ask them question. But It does help remind us to ask our parents things about themselves! And I hope your daughter heals quickly: I fractured my wrist two years ago(my first break ever) and I was surprised at how much it hurt!!!It is good to hear that you are taking these events the right way, by focusing on your family and the important things of life!! Hugs, HReplyDelete
These are the times that help define the important things in our lives. I, for one, will stop doing most anything to sew doll clothes with my granddaughter, teach a grandson to knit or help another one learn to bake bread. Good for you! Take time for what we love ❤️ReplyDelete
Heidi, I loved reading this heartfelt blog post. My thoughts and prayers are with you.ReplyDelete
Wow, Heidi! Sorry for all of the stress you've been going through. Let's hope the rest of your summer is easy sailing. xoxoxoxReplyDelete
Thank you sharing ... I totally understand as my middle son had a massive heart attack on April 15 and my youngest has been diagnosed with Bulbar Lou Gehrig's (ALS) Disease and has been given at the most 6 mos. EVERY moment spent is the most moment you can spend! My son that passed called me to chat about 3 hrs before the attack. I'm so grateful for that. My heart is with you.ReplyDelete