Day 19: Something You Miss
I miss Grandpa Purdey. His pokey whiskers. I wish James could have met him. He was funny. Not a perfect man, an alcoholic that smoked, but he was a good grandpa. He would always say things like, "I love you, but that doesn't mean I have to like you." He sat through wearing a beard and a hat one year as we sat on his lap. I miss family time with grandpa there. Watching old shows like Gilligan's Island, Bewitched, MASH, and I Dream of Jeanie. I can hear him saying, "Bahumbug."
I miss Faith, my mom's best friend. She died in her late 20s or early 30s. Leaving 5 children behind. She was fun, and always good for laughs. It was through her kids and my sisters that I learned to take care of children. That I learned how to have patience and teach them how to say things, how to count, colors, etc. And I was only in elementary school at the time. When Faith died, she died of cervical cancer. Doctors overlooked it, until the tumor was the size of a softball. No wonder it had been hurting when she would have sex, just sayin'. Women...listen to your bodies! Anyways, when she died she asked to be sprinkled at the clothes line so people would have to visit her. That was her sense of humor. She told us to wear crazy colorful clothes to her funeral instead of black. I wore a green animal print top and skirt. Boy did I get crazy looks. But they didn't know Faith like we did. She told the adults to go out for a drink at the bar that night. So many trips to the beach together. Crazy trips to McDonald's with like 10+ small fries, 20+ cheese burgers. I miss how much Mom got out and lived life with a friend by her side.
I miss the Dad I never got a chance to know. One that would have went willingly, without being asked, to all of my extra curricular activities. One that would have not told me mean and spiteful things. A dad that would tell me I was beautiful and could do whatever I set my mind too. Instead of telling me men would only want me for sex. And that when I make it big to pass on some cash to him. A father that would have treated my mother like she truly deserved. I miss the Dad that I never had. One that I know my children will have. Because I am truly blessed to have James as my husband.
♥ Jess
Often things strike my heart and want to come bursting forth. They come spilling out onto the page, or computer screen. With ink filling pages or my fingers flying across the keyboard, my mind going a million miles a minute, and my heart crying out to be heard. Here is where you’ll find those things, my little notes on life.
Little Bit About Me
- Jess
- First and foremost, I am a Christian woman: I love Jesus! In this blog you will find stories of trying to conceive with PCOS, MTHFR, Poor egg quality, a unicornuate uteterus, and too many babies in heaven. It is a good thing God is the ultimate healer! Here you will find praise! and you may also find venting (I'm not perfect...) and you will find other stories of my crazy life. All the while through this journey I am holding on to scripture & hoping to one day be a mother here on Earth (waiting on God & His perfect timing...why am I so impatient?) But in the meantime, here you will find me: Jessica, loving wife, hopeful heart of a mother, and faithful friend.
oooh I miss Grandpa and Faith too! I really miss how Grandpa used to yell at granny for rocking on the cats tail when the clock struck the "cat hour" lol. or how he would make us all pack in to go cash Grannys checks and we would get candy from the store, his usual tootsie rolls or werthers *sp* and Faith.....I dont get butter for my STEW? what type of people are you? ! and how she ALWAYS would chew ice, no matter where she would be.
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