Mawmaw

A raggedy Bible and pickles and room temp V8.

Piano lessons and jazz music and stacks of books in every room.

Crossword puzzles and bird figurines and a metal barstool just for me.

Orange sherbert and crocheted dishrags and stargazing under summer night skies.

Jumping creeks and crossing dams and picking chestnuts out of their prickly casing.

Summer day trips to the library and week-long vacations at the gulf.

Blueberry bushes and miniature roses and a fig tree just outside the kitchen window.

Dominoes and big band CDs and time spent helping me sew my initials in plastic canvas.

That was my Mawmaw.

Her body gone for several years and her mind stolen a decade before, Mawmaw remains my truest earthly hero.

Her local claim to fame was serving as the pianist and Biblical scholar at our little old country church, but I’ll tell you that watching that sweet lady do life with great faith made her a heavenly celebrity.

Still, selfishly, I miss her so. Oh, it takes my breath and my eyes spill over…I miss her so.

Profound sorrow washes over when I wish for the billionth time that she knew my girls…that they had the privilege of knowing her love, her faith, and her influence. 

This world was a better place with her in it, and occasionally I still feel the jarring
realization that she is gone.

Why yes, that is some fancy scissoring, and I'll have you know that was all the scrapbook rage in 2002. Good gracious, I loved her. 

Why yes, that is some fancy scissoring, and I'll have you know that was all the scrapbook rage in 2002. Good gracious, I loved her. 

But then…

She’s here when I make that special slaw she loved, the kind with napa cabbage.

She’s here when I read to my daughters.

She’s here when I touch her beautiful piano, which is sitting in my home.

She’s here when I take my children to the library.

She’s here when I
write notes in my Bible. Hers was filled with beautiful markings and
cross-references.

She’s here when I
call out to my eldest, named to honor her.

She’s here when I look at the dark skies and know the difference between a planet and a star.

She’s here when I see a blue jay, her most favorite, perched on a branch.

More than any of these earthly reminders that stoke my heart’s adoration for her, she’s here when I know that she is There. Although one day I know we’ll meet again, our greatest and eternal bond is that we both love Him.