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Day: March 16, 2019

Concussions

Have you ever had a concussion?

They are no laughing matter, to put it mildly.

I seem to get one quite often, at least one every couple of years, sometimes more.

No wonder I’m so looney:)

I have another one now, well hopefully on the mend from another one,

I have always been an extremely clumsy person, even as a child.

There have been times, I seem to just trip and fall over nothing but air, but oh well.

I’ve been this way for 53 plus years, so I don’t expect it to change now.

When I was a kid, my goodness, I would trip over the floor vent, the same old rock on the school play yard, the grass outside, just anything, a lot of times just my own two feet.

No, they are not gigantic, they are a very normal size 8, they just get in the way sometimes.

My family has said I need a helmet and knee and elbow pads, more times than one, or just a gigantic bubble that won’t bust when I fall.

But truth be known, something would go wrong, it just does.

God gave me a lot of great gifts, but walking upright with grace just wasn’t one of them.

What caused this latest concussion, getting in my car. 

Yeah, I know, your thinking what, but yes getting in my car.

I went to Wally World, that’s Walmart for those of you that ain’t country.

I had ordered my groceries for pickup, yes I use pickup service at Walmart.

It’s so easy, I know exactly what I’m getting, I set a time that’s convenient for me to pick it up.

No crowds, no noise, no long hours wandering through the store throwing extra things in the buggy that I don’t even need. 

It’s so simple, I absolutely love it,  Hubby says I’m getting lazy.  But oh well.

I think I’m being a savvy shopper.  I plan it out, pick exactly what I want, know the exact total, pay for it online, and just pick it up.

But anyway, back to the crazy concussion.

It was Tuesday, got off work, swung by to pick up the groceries, all was well.

Got out to talk to the person as he put them in the car, because well, us Southerners believe in being friendly to everybody.

I sure ain’t about to just sit in my car like some stuck up snob, that’s just plain rude, even though I see a lot of people do it.

I mean really, they shopped for you, bagged it and brought it out to your car and loaded it, the least you can do is get out and talk with them and say thank you. 

Goodness folks!!!

Oops, sidetracked again, the brain is still scrambled,  big time.

All was well, thanked the young man, he started going back in, I proceeded to get in my car.

Well, either I grew in 10 minutes or the car shrunk.

I knocked the living daylights out of my head, even the little guy heard it and stopped and came back to check on me.

I told him it would be okay, I was just going to sit there a minute.  

No blood, just a whammy of a headache, tons of stars circling, dizzy, and very blurred vision. 

I waited til the stars subsided some, called my daughter told her what happened, and asked her to stay on the phone with me till I got home.

Oh my goodness, it hurt, still does. 

This was on Tuesday, it is now the weekend, and it still hurts really bad.

But at least the nausea has finally gone away after four days, dizziness is some better, don’t see two of everything anymore, its all just really blurry. 

I have rested non-stop since then, I’ve been to the doctor enough times through the years to know, quite dark room, and just be still and let your brain, get back to normal instead of the scrambled eggs it has become.

Goodness, I’ve been in pajamas since it happened, yes I shower and change clothes each day, but its been pjs all week, and probably all weekend too.

Still, can’t see well enough to read my Bible, but thank the Lord, God gave somebody the wisdom to make Alexa.

She does my reading for me everyday.

I love that little machine, it can tell you so many things, its really cool.

But you know what, it will be okay, God has got it, just like He has everything else that goes on in my life.

The moral of this story, pay attention and don’t be in such a hurry, it might just save you from a whammy of a headache.

Important note, if you ever do get a concussion, go see a doctor, just to make sure you didn’t do more than scramble your brain!!

Til next time!!

 

Missing a Loved One

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Death, a very real part of life, yet it hurts beyond measure to lose a loved one.

I’m fortunate that I still have my immediate family, yes I have lost grandparents, uncles and aunts, several close friends, and my first husband.

Yes, the loss of each hurts, some way more than others; and often terribly bad when you least expect it.

I often find myself talking to the person, yes I know they are not physically here, but well, I find it comforting.

Our children’s Daddy, my first husband passed away last April; and this past Friday was his birthday.

My heart broke for our two kids, especially our daughter, and his parents and brother.

I even hurt, didn’t expect it to be so bad, I pulled out the high school annual and tried to read it, all five pages he wrote me way back then.

But between the already blurred vision and the tears, it was near impossible; but I still remember what it says from when he did write it. so many years ago.

No, our marriage didn’t last, it ended in divorce over twenty years ago.  But his death still hurts ever so badly.

We both moved on, today I’m very happily married to a wonderful man that I love dearly. 

But I  just didn’t expect all those emotions last April or this past Friday, but emotions are odd like that sometimes.

I don’t think a piece of paper stops the love you share with someone for fifteen years, it just doesn’t.

My heart really hurts for people when they lose a loved one.  

There seem to be so many widowed women at our Church, and I admire their strength but hurt for them as well.

I hurt for my grown children and our grandchildren for their loss of a Daddy and Pappaw.

I still hurt for my husband that has lost a brother, sister, nephew, niece, Dad and several uncles all within just the past few years.

His Dad was really the hardest I think for me, he was the first person I had ever seen pass.  

My husband had to leave the room, so I sat and rubbed his forehead, told him how much everybody loved him.

I prayed with him, and then I told him, Tommy honey we all love you enough to let you say goodbye and go home, instead of suffering the way you do.

While he was sick the month prior to his death, he enjoyed having Jeff and I there with him.

It was a very hard, heartbreaking time, but he needed us and we were there to help any way we could.

Then one day a song popped in my heart, I knew it was God that put it there, and as I began to hum it, Tommy looked so peaceful, even smiled a bit.

He loved me singing that song to him.  I know it was from the Lord.

And on that Palm Sunday morning, sitting in that hospital room, after I told him we all loved him enough to let him go, I sat holding his hand and sang it to him.  

Precious Lord take my hand, lead me on, help me stand, Lord I’m tired, Lord I’m weak, Lord I’m worn.  Through the storm, through the night, lead me on to the light.  Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home.

And as I sang that song, I could see him slipping away, laboring for breath, the nurse came in, and within a minute, he was gone.  Just as I finished the chorus of that song.   

Take my hand, Precious Lord, lead me home. 

It was heartbreaking and peaceful all at the same time.

I pray for all of us that have lost loved ones, that are in the midst of losing a loved one right now, that we will all be surrounded by God’s unfailing love and comfort. 

He alone can provide the strength and the peace to make it through.

I pray that each of us can slowly start to heal, just a little bit more each day, and at last smile again.

To focus on all the good times, we shared with our loved ones, their smile, their laugh, their beautiful eyes and sense of humor.  The joy they brought to many, the love that they shared with their family and friends.

Don’t ever think death is the end, for it is not.

We will all see our loved ones again someday.

Yes, it hurts to let them go, and sometimes especially when it is sudden and unexpected.

And there isn’t anything that anybody can say or do to help take the pain away or lessen the hurt.

But eventually life does go on, little by little, a smile will creep in, the sunrise will catch your eye, a child’s laughter.

Life does go on, no, its never going to be the same as when they were here with us. 

But our loved ones would want us to go on with our lives, to live, and to enjoy the great times that we shared with them; and share those memories with others. 

Today, tomorrow and always!!!!

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