life’s moments.
Posted on March 3, 2008
Life is a series of moments. When you think of the many millions of moments you have a day, most go unnoticed or are simply forgotten. Then there are other days when the moments stack up in your memory and stay forever.
Yesterday was a stick to my memory kind of day.
The most interesting thing about life moments, is that the good and the bad are equally as important and can be equally as unforgettable.
After days and weeks and seemingly months of cold dreary wet weather, we had a day given to us yesterday that was completely and utterly perfect. It was 74 degrees with brilliant blue skies and white puffy clouds. Beautiful. We woke up, opened doors and windows, and decided immediately to play hooky from church and head to the zoo. The girls needed some good outside time and Parker is so into animals lately this first time experience for her made us so excited.
We walked around, looked at bears, the girls rode the carousel, we went on a train ride, watched the penguins being fed, saw 5 monkeys (a request from Bailey) and had an incredible time.
Watching Parker see animals she now knows the sounds for for the first time, Bailey asking me "Mommy, Grayson having fun?" while on the train and the girls running together in the sunlight are just a few moments I will remember forever.
The other moments that will be with me forever is getting a call from my mom that my Grandpa was being rushed to the hospital having coded. Getting to the hospital after they had decided to take him off the ventilator. Being with my parents, my Great Aunt Betty, her daughter Ann and our deacon and Priest from Emmanuel when my Grandpa passed away.
He had been battling cancer for 8 years which is amazing in and of itself. It started in his stomach, went to his spine, then his lungs, and just last week we found out it had moved to his brain in the form of 10 small tumors. Being the incredible fighter that he was, he chose radiation and had numerous treatments this past week. By Friday night, however, he was so exhausted from the treatments that he could barely open his eyes. Saturday he held my dad’s hand (his son) and told him he just couldn’t fight anymore. Sunday he passed away.
Pop (as everyone but my sister and I called him) was a lover of life and fought to the end. I think the bravest thing he ever did, however, was letting go. It really makes me happy that he is at peace finally and doesn’t have to fight anymore.
Yesterday was just a day in my life; one that came and went quickly, one that had amazing moments and incredibly hard moments, and one that I will never forget for so many reasons. Good and bad. Moments. So many many moments.
