It was a bit eerie paying my sister a visit a few weeks ago to find my parents picture on a bench next to her plot with my name etched as their child.
My parents were both standing next to me...
how many times will this be the case?
There is a sense of peace knowing where my mothers white laced gloves she would like placed on her hands are.
Although I love her hands...
she wants them covered.
So before I put them on
I plan to take a picture of them.
I've never put much thought into my own funeral...
Yes,I know that one day a funeral will be thrown
with me as the guest of honor.
But I'm a fly by the seat of my pants kind of gal.
I seem to live in the moment... enjoy the seconds I am breathing.
Even with Noah Boy throwing a MASSIVE tantrum in Target today due to a non working dinosaur toy I would not buy for him... all the while Zion screams right along knowing that she may miss out on any attention while I care for the boy.
Not once in all the drama
did my funeral come into my thoughts.
I don't have a lot of reflective time...
Maybe that's why I haven't thought to make plans
to ease the mourning process...
But when I do reflect I reflect on the living....
And sometimes...
My reflections lead me to direct conversations with my God.
I had a lot of direct moments today...
WE talked a lot about my cousin, Robin and her husband Don.
Don's a doctor... and amazing... and perfect for Robin.
Really he's lucky to have her.
Because...
well Robin is a ROCK STAR.
She told me that herself one time walking to our cars in a large parking lot.
I asked where she parked. She said
"Oh, I have ROCK STAR parking."
Not everyone gets that you know.
Like my sister, Sharmayn, Robin was born with Cystic Fibrosis.
You know what I have learned about CF?
God gives it to the ROCK STARS.
My mom called me this morning and said that Robbie is in the ICU getting a little ROCK STAR treatment...
Which has lead me to a lot of refection today.
A lot of direct conversations taking place.
A lot of family and friends are "reflecting" on Robin and Don's behalf.
With all this reflection MIRACLES are bound to happen...


