When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder

I will never forget riding on the back of your ponies as you guided us through the pasture...

Or the way the gravel road crunched beneath your boots. 

I will never forget the way you measured our height by the buttons on your shirt...

 

Or how proud you were to work in your garden.

On Sunday, you decided it was time to rest. No more work. No more suffering. No more pain.

We said our goodbyes and reminded each other of your favorite stories. 

Home just won't be the same without you.

Nanny misses you so much. She even said she wanted to go with you. 

It's going to be really hard without you, but soon she'll be able to look back and enjoy her memories.

Goodbye, Pawpaw Dan. I love you and miss you so much.

"When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more,

And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair;

When the saved of earth shall gather over on the other shore,

And the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there."

A Camping We Will Go!

Thursday morning I will venture off into the wilderness with my parents and younger sister. (And by wilderness I mean a camp ground located one hour north of my childhood home...) Anyway, after agreeing to go with them I began to realize how unbelievably homesick I am. I haven't seen them since February 7th - my dad's birthday. I'm so excited to spend time with them and get away from Birmingham for a few days. Of course I'll miss my Frank and our cat-children, but it will be nice to be away from work.

Here's where things get scary... I love my family dearly. I truly have fantastic parents and a great sister, but I can attribute MOST of my bad habits to them. I am so worried about the food they're going to bring. No doubt there will be sodas, chips, and snack cakes out the wazoo. My only redemption will be the ability to jog somewhere at the camp ground. Maybe I can convince Erica to go for a hike with me.

*sigh*