Waiting………to laugh

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The sign says, “Sign Here and Have A Seat”. That is usually the information you get as you sign in to see a physician these days. If the room is full then you are probably in for a wait. After they take your money you get to sit. If you do not bring your own reading material they will have some provided for you. The ones they like, not the ones you as a patient might like.

I don’t touch them. I try not to touch anything while I am there. I am not OCD or paranoid. I have a compromised immune system, just following doctor’s orders, to protect myself. Waiting rooms could be a bacteria and virus breeding ground. So I take a cloth handkerchief, like my mother and my grandmother did. It’s the Southern Belle in me. I use it to open doors, etc. Can’t be too careful.

Because I am in the waiting room I am either sick or getting over being sick. The first time I went to see my kidney specialist I, of course, had to provide a urine sample. It takes talent to give a urine sample and not touch anything. With the seat covering in place I sit and hold the cup strategically. This too takes talent. I had to lay my beautiful embroidered lace cotton handkerchief in my lap while my new fringe purse balanced on a safety bar.

As I feared I went over, too much volume for the cup. It’s a long way from Haleyville to Florence. When the flow starts, at 56 years old it ain’t stopping. Yea! So much for gracefully aging.

So now, cup full, somehow I have to set the cup somewhere, the floor is the only flat surface. (How thoughtful infection control wise is that?) So, I pour half of it out cause it is running over. I don’t how I contorted my old broken self into getting up, and waddling to the sink with my pants down to my knees, to wash the pee pee off my right hand.

As I moved toward the sink trying not to spill the cup on the floor, my beautiful handkerchief fell in the commode and before I could take a breath the automatic flusher set at maximum suction took it! Whoosh!! It was gone. I got so tickled I had to waddle back to the commode to sit down and laugh.

The patient bathroom is right off the waiting room, so I was trying not to laugh out loud. I got control of myself, washed my hands, still laughing dressed myself. I had to improvise and use paper towels now since my hanky was long gone. Not touching anything again I opened the little door provided for samples.

I was able to keep a straight face to rejoin Keith in the waiting room. He thought I had been crying. There was no way I could have told him right then. I said, “I’ll tell ya later.”

I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time. I used to laugh like that with my mother. It was like she was there laughing with me again. I even said, outloud, “Momma, that is so funny.” After all, it was her hanky. It felt so good to laugh like that again.

I come from a family of folks who loved to laugh. Mother would get so tickled she would have tears running down. Daddy would laugh so hard his stomach would hurt. Me, I just laughed and laughed until they stopped. Sweething would get so tickled too. And especially Uncle Millard, my Great Uncle. He loved to laugh more than anyone I have ever known. And his wife, my Aunt Mae was a laugher too and a jokester. She would get so tickled. When I was a kid and even as an adult, all my life with them, whenever we were together we laughed. Except at church or a funeral-but sometimes those got funny too.

We were at a funeral of a family member and it was a sad grievous time. A close relative, I won’t say who here because I know I hurt her son’s feelings because he saw me laughing. He was so sad and there I was laughing but I could not help it.

Aunt Mae and Uncle Millard always drove over to Haleyville from Hartselle where they lived about 45 miles away, through the Bankhead National Forest. So, they met us at the funeral home. We were already there and then I saw them coming. I always went directly toward them-our love was like a magnet. We hugged and walked toward the others.

We were coming up to the chapel where the body lay in state, and our family all standing around in the lobby before the service. Aunt Mae whispered something to me and I misunderstood what she said. I thought she said, “where’s the body?” So I pointed into the chapel where the coffin could be seen.

She started laughing and now trying to whisper and laugh she said, “No, the potty!”

I really didn’t think we were going to be able to walk the 30 feet to the restroom door but we made it. We got inside and broke up laughing. It was just to funny. She was trying to get her girdle and panty hose down before she tee teed on herself from laughing. She was in her 60s I guess at this time.

We got ourselves straightened up. Got our “tickle box turned back over” she said. And went out to join the others in the serious solemn occasion.

I love the deceased person’s son more than I could ever explain and when I walked out of the restroom the first thing I saw was his face. He wasn’t laughing. His mother was dead and he was very sad. Immediately I was sad with him, sat by him and stuck real close to him until he started smiling again. Before long, months I suppose, we were all laughing again.

One by one as they have gone before me to heaven,  the laughter has too. Oh I still laugh just not with so much abandon and freeness as I did with them. One day, we will laugh together again.

As my mother was dying I slept in the bed next to her. One night she was resting better. All of sudden she started laughing. I got up and said, “Momma, what is so funny?”

Without opening her eyes, and smiling so pretty, she said, “That Uncle Millard..” Still laughing I said, “What is he doing?”

She said, “Walking down the road laughing, just laughing.”

She never opened her eyes, she just smiled for a while and went back to sleep. Some could argue that she was dreaming and talking in her sleep. She wasn’t. I am her daughter, I know. I knew then and I know now. She saw him in heaven………and I will too.

I started this post talking about waiting rooms. Life is one big huge waiting room. It gets smaller as we get older, but that’s ok. Good things come to those who wait, trust, and believe. I believe.

Love for you today

Grace beyond measure be yours.

Angela

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From Such Turn Away

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From Such Turn Away…….

2 Timothy 3:1-5 (KJV) “This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their ownselves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, without natural affections, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof; from such turn away.” 

Turn to what to who? If you don’t know what my answer to this question is then you don’t know me. Or maybe you aren’t sure what to turn to, your children, your parents, and your husband? Who? Turn to God of course. If you can’t face Him, that’s fine, Bow. Turn, bow and call on His Name. Believe on Him. Call on Jesus. Then follow the light, The Light of the world.

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Turn to The Light

 

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2 Timothy 3:1-5 (KJV) “This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their ownselves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, without natural affections, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof; from such turn away.” 

Turn to what to who? If you don’t know what my answer to this question is then you don’t know me. Or maybe you aren’t sure what to turn to, your children, your parents, and your husband? Who? Turn to God of course. If you can’t face Him, that’s fine, Bow. Turn, bow and call on His Name. Believe on Him. Call on Jesus. Then follow the light, The Light of the world.

You will always be able to find the Light if you seek it.

Light dispels darkness. If you go into a dark room and shut the door and light a candle what happens? The light replaces the darkness. Open the door and the darkness stays inside. It doesn’t flow out into the other room. No. The darkness stays inside the room. It doesn’t flow out. Light flows out. Following Jesus is following the Light.

It is a totally beautiful thing. Ever wondered why you love to look at stained glass windows? It is the light! The colors, the shining glass, even the patina leading that holds the pieces of glass together shines.

Possibly this is why many people who claim to have experienced near death say they saw a light and went toward it. Their heart must have loved Jesus and when they almost got to heaven the first thing they saw was the light! The Light. Jesus.

My own near death experience didn’t take me far enough to make it to The Light. It came to me but I didn’t see it, I felt it. I felt heaven and Jesus and it was the most awesome, love filled….moment. In trying to describe it I always get held up right here. This is the point in the story where I run out of words. Like Paul said in the Bible he was caught up into the heavens and he couldn’t tell if he was in his body or out of his body. He says he also could not find the words to explain it.

2 Corinthians 12:1-10 New King James Version (NKJV)

The Vision of Paradise

12 It is doubtless[a] not profitable for me to boast. I will come to visions and revelations of the Lord: I know a man in Christ who fourteen years ago—whether in the body I do not know, or whether out of the body I do not know, God knows—such a one was caught up to the third heaven. And I know such a man—whether in the body or out of the body I do not know, God knows— how he was caught up into Paradise and heard inexpressible words, which it is not lawful for a man to utter. Of such a one I will boast; yet of myself I will not boast, except in my infirmities. For though I might desire to boast, I will not be a fool; for I will speak the truth. But I refrain, lest anyone should think of me above what he sees me to be or hears from me.

The Thorn in the Flesh

And lest I should be exalted above measure by the abundance of the revelations, a thorn in the flesh was given to me, a messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I be exalted above measure. Concerning this thing I pleaded with the Lord three times that it might depart from me. And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. 10 Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

Even though, “they” say I have PTSD from the wreck and the trauma of it I try really hard to forget the truck turning over and sliding into me. I strive to remember the feeling of a brief brush with heaven. It is going to be glorious people!

See why I have trials and tribulations, why I have, “been through so much”? The devil hates me and tries all the time to shut me up, shut me down. He is not going to win because as long as I can write and share, I am going to. It is my reasonable service. Never does He want me to be mealy mouthed. Jesus wants me to share. He gives me WordPress and Facebook, email, text, a voice. I use it.

Someone recently told me that Facebook was irrelevant. It is not. It just depends on how you use it. The way things are going I do not know how long I will be able to write and post and share. But, for now I can and I am. Jesus wants everyone to know. So share I am.

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A Pastor friend of mine told me yesterday to, “let God use me”.  My response was, “I am trying, Brother Ricky. I am trying.”

God Bless You.

I do not know exactly if God is already sounding His trumpet or if people are trying to be misleading. I love the sound so it surely could be our God. I am praying, watching, hoping, loving, and living, until then.

©Angela Posey-Arnold 2015

It Might Sound A Bit Like Preaching

Get the devil Out of Your Life

He don’t even get a capital letter in my book, in my writing. I have had to rebuke him too many times. He don’t deserve the respect of a capital letter. I have a big thing about capital letters. I write, I write a lot. I make sure in all of my writing to give the proper respect to Diety. God, The Father, The Holy Spirit. Even angels, unless you call them by name, Michael, (for example: or Gabriel), don’t get a capital letter. I’ve had to do a great deal of spell check red swiggle lines. But, I know proper respect of a Southern Christian Writer when I see it.

If Diety is not capitalized be careful of what you are reading.

All that to say I have come across some times in my life when I’ve had to take a stand for Jesus right then and there. I know the Power of Christ and I do not believe the devil’s lies.

“Old Hairy Legs” as Kate Fauchon so elegantly refers to him, is a deceiver. He wants to destroy your marriage, he will cause you to fuss. You may think you are fussing over a “friend” but be careful—it might just be that the friend is being used by the deceiver, maybe they don’t even know it themselves. Maybe you think they have good intentions, but keep your eyes and ears open.

You can discern the evil if you pray, read God’s Word, speak God’s Word, sing praises, etc. Worship and music makes everything better. Use it to gain wisdom, God speaks to those who love Him. We just have to be listening. If there is jealousy in a relationship, ask yourself what are you jealous about? Bitter words and confusion reign when the devil has a foothold.

He will not win unless you let him. He uses your friends’ anything what gives him an opening. Gossip? Oh, brother, he loves that one. Anytime he can inflict emotional pain he will.

You must, as a Christian, take a stand and say outloud! He will not win! Not in this house! Not in my life! Stand firm and don’t back down. Exodus 14:13…Read it. God fights for you. Just ask Him, He will. Say outloud if you need to—“no longer will I respond to the things the devil starts!” Say it. Write it! Read it. Believe it. With Authority say, evil spirit-Leave! JESUS LIVES HERE! Stomp your foot like Jesus did in The Passion of The Christ when He stomped on the head of the devil snake.

Say, evil spirit leave! Jesus Christ is the Master of this home! Tell the devil you WILL NOT win here! Now with joy and believing in your heart and your voice say again Jesus lives here! He always has and He always will. Jeremiah 29:11

cropped-nurse-booksigning.jpgThanks for reading…God Bless   Make music to His glory…it’s so much fun.

Black and White Saddle Oxfords

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Black and White Saddle Oxfords

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Angela Posey-Arnold

I still have the doll.

Before I was born, back in the 50s, black and white saddle oxfords were the hit fashion trend. Bobby socks and saddle oxfords were popular when my mother was 15.

In 1964, when I was four, the doctors took my legs out of braces, the catch being I must wear corrective shoes, black and white saddle oxfords. They weren’t in style then, just corrective. I wore them for 2 years before I realized that other little girls had red patent leather shoes with buckles.

Every month, after we moved to Haleyville from Centerpoint in Birmingham, we made the two hour trip back to the north side of Birmingham to Carraway Methodist Hospital. There we waited most of the morning of our appointment. Mother and I watched the tropical fish in the huge tank that divided Dr. Benjamin Meyers waiting area.

Mother said they gave every patient the same appointment time. We came to know the nurses and receptionist well, as a matter of fact everyone who worked there seemed to know us. Especially the interns who Dr. Meyer called in just to watch me walk down the hall and back. When I danced the twist for them they resounded laughter and joy. He called me his miracle baby. We loved him.

Every few months, as my feet grew and changed Dr. Meyer sent us to Kay’s Shoe Store downtown Birmingham. Until kindergarten I really didn’t care about other little girl’s shoes. But, boy when I hit first grade I wanted a pair of red patent leather shoes with a buckle! I cried and begged Momma and Dr. Meyer. No avail. The black and white correctives had to stay, for now.

I don’t know why I grew to hate those shoes, they were for my good. I should have been thankful for them. I really was happy I didn’t have to wear the built up sole kind like some other kids at his office. I guess I was just being a 6 yr. old.

One day our elementary first grade paraded up the huge concrete stairway to the high school on the hill. We went to a football pep rally. It was great! Cheerleaders, Majorettes, Players, the Band how exciting and fun. Suddenly I realized the cool beautiful, teenage cheerleaders had on saddle oxfords. For the first time I saw red and white saddle oxfords. School colors were red and white. I was elated.

The first thing I told Momma when she picked me up from school was, “We have to go to Kays. They have red and white saddle oxfords”. Mother was happy and I was. In a few weeks I had red and white saddle oxfords, still corrective on the inside. They were now called, Ra-Ra’s.   I thank God for it all. To God be the glory.

©Angela Posey-Arnold 2015

Free Writing

July 23rd.

Good morning. Whew. It is thundering and we did have some lightning. But, noting bad. I think we needed the rain. I know my Lavender plant needed it. And Mother’s Sage. I am overly blessed with Sage and Mint. And my Lavender is catching up. I gave Shelaine some dried Lavender  and she is making candles in baby food jars with unique lids. She has found Pintrest on the computer. I swannee I cannot get that girl to go to Facebook. I don’t know why. She has a FB page, she just don’t have time to visit there. Shelaine is a big shot where she works. A Couple of weeks ago she was pictured on the front page of a RD MSN CDE. She was at the podium leading a seminar on Diabetes. What ever anyone wants to know about Diabetes they should ask Shelaine. Or about a diet, any diet. She knows her stuff. Oh, I got off track

The rain yes it is raining. I am glad ..This the way I free write. In my writing class we learned about free writing. We were told that one person will probably ever read your free writing. So feel free to write. Just write what I love–

In my writing I want to be true as I now truth to be. I desire to be helpful, inspiring and kind. Mother always said, “kill ’em with kindness. I am trying. I am trying. Really hard. Against the things that are trying to be obstacles. The distractions, sometimes very necessary for Keith and me. Sometimes it gets blurry as to what is an obstacle and what is an opportunity. Hard to tell sometimes. The only thing is the jabs of, “ole hairy legs”, as Kate in Australia says. I just love her. An awesome writer and spokes women on Creation. God’s way!! Awesome lady and a fellow Son Rise Writer. She is so sweet. Known her now since 2004. They are so special to me. I guess if you are reading this you already know how I feel about them.

The piano is quite these days. We have music, all day but no practicing, rehearsing, and perfecting a piece of music. I’ve got $200 worth of new music just siting in there, without me. I don’t play right now. Or I haven’t played since I left Corinth Baptist Church. Wow. What an experience that was. I think I was invisible to most of them. Whew. So cold sometimes in there. I sat by myself for 8 months and not one person spoke to me. Except the sweetest girl, and I don’t even know her name. I think her husband’s name is…….No don’t have it. He drove the van, Clyde? no that isn’t right. The couple whose house burned down and the church had a big ta doo money giving ceremony. It was creepy. But, that couple loves someone there. I think it is a child–A grandchild. Of course. She is so sweet. She also was one of three 4 people that came to the piano and hugged me. Let’s see, Theda, Mike and Little Ray Southerland, Tammy Frazier, Selena Kilpatrick those 4 were the ones who came to the piano to see me while I was there–these came just the once. But, the other sweet girl came every Sunday at Fellowship and time, hugged me from behind and told me she loved me. Every time. She startled me a few times before I figured out she was a “comin!! haha I do love her. She and Mike know how the church there can be a bit haughty. They are–some of them. Some are great. Some I don’t understand. But, hey it is there stuff. hahah

Any way it doesn’t matter because I can’t physically do it right now anyway. I went to bed at 7pm just hurting all over. Going to bed was all I could do. Keith too. I was up at 9, downstairs to the couch. I have got the where I spend more time at night on the couch as anywhere. Keith can’t see how in the world I can sleep on that couch. IDK I just can. Or Me, Radar and Pearl can

I am trying to sell my autoharp. It’s always been too big and heavy for me. I abhor the thing. haha I loved my old one, the stupid tornado took it. Some things one just cannot replace. Like my old piano. Gosh I miss it. I won’t ever see it again–at least on this earth. I just had a thought. What if the tornado took it to heaven. Ha What a thought. That would be so awesome. It’s kind of funny. In the debris I found all my keys, blacks and whites. I have them in a box in the basement. How cool is that? I always thought I would make some kind of art work out of the top of my round antique stool–loved that stool!! Anyway, I have the top of it and all I have from the piano are the keys. But, how awesome is it.? I really am going to make a piece of art work out of it. I am going to get Keith started on that project while it is raining. hahah

I bought that autoharp as a knee jerk, internet, top of the line,, $750. I must really be crazy-or maybe more so in shock and grieving back then when I did that. Now I wouldn’t so I must be getting better, or broker. hahah

I love this video look and the keep on reading Really I just want to hear it again this morning, Dancin’ in the Sky” Look it up on You-Tube. I will link it here. It is awesome. She looks like the sweetest young lady. It says it is from the Left Behind Movie. IDK if that is the old one or if a new one is coming out.

Any way, it is a song for anyone who has had to grieve after someone went on the heaven first. Left here I have to turn to music –now..

Love that song.

I wrote the lyrics down–Posted it on fb but no one listened to it. I found it on Kristie Waldrop’s page. It is beautiful.

Wow, Pencil exchange–Here we go Keith has it. Putting new lead in the mechanical pencil. ‘m smiling     Love that pencil I have been writing with it and it ran out of lead. I have lead but have to get Keith to fix it. He has to turn the lights on–started putting it in the end of it. haha Has to find a tool cause the eraser is broken off in the lead tube. ugh. Ok tools out let’s see if it survives. hahah Good thing I found another one in the desk drawer–lol Proof to me I am supposed to be writing with it for some reason. No one ever reads what I write–maybe I’ll be like Harper Lee and someone will find my writing in 50 years!! Good heavens he dropped it all bent it oh no …

Ok that’s a wrap…gotta scoot over here and data entry the lyrics to Dancin in the Sky   I love that song. Can you imagine a choir singing it????

Oh man.

Bye for now:) ^I^

“Sweet Prayers”

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I am so blessed, my entire life. Parents, Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles powerful and wonderful with their influences of love, grace and forgiveness. Being loved by them is to know unconditional love. My maternal Grandmother was a rare gem, her love shines on.

I’m, what some would call defective. Even though I was born without a hip socket and internal spina bifida, they didn’t throw me back. I was worth keeping to them. I required extra attention I suppose, though no one has ever told me. I never had to question my parents and grandparents love for me. I have never doubted it. No matter the mischief I caused in my life, or the bad decisions I made, they still loved me. My parents and my incredibly special Maternal Grandmother loved me like Jesus loves me.

We laughed together a lot. Sweetthing, her pet name, (the name her grandchildren called her), and she loved to laugh. She lived a happy, contented Christian life in front of me. I never heard her argue. I learned from her to love without condition, to trust without doubt, to live and love and laugh.

She taught me all about Jesus at every opportunity, as my Bible School teacher for many years then as my 1st-2nd grade Sunday school teacher. But most of all she taught me by sharing her life with me. I don’t remember a time of not knowing, trusting and loving Him. In my “baby book” my Mother penned about me: “Angela loves to hear stories about Jesus.” I still do.

Sweetthing was sweet, that is for sure. Petite and classy, eloquent and beautiful she had brown curly hair (like me) porcelain skin and blue eyes (like me). Her name suited her. From the time I was 6 years old until she went to heaven in 1989, she lived across the dead end street from my parents. I spent many nights with her, more than I stayed at home. Over and over she proved to be my best friend. As soldiers say, “she had my 6”, taking up for me and always giving me the benefit of the doubt. She knew my heart and I knew hers.

Learning to drive was an adventure with her. She always had a cool car. Instilling in me a love of cars. We sported a Ford Fairlaine and a Pontiac Century. She enjoyed a nice automobile. I took my driving test using her car because I was used to driving it. She let me drive long before I was old enough. Once she let me speed up to 80 miles an hour on an old forest “roller coaster” road. It was so awesome. The list of things she taught me would be infinite. Fashion, manners, home making, make up, book keeping, money things, and most important of all, she taught me how to pray.

This love was unconditional. I have always been a little loud, talked too much, couldn’t be still kind of little girl. Her sister, Aunt Mae, would say I was their little girl. Sweetthing would say, “No, she is my little girl”. If Mother was there she would finish it by, “NO, MY little girl”. We would laugh.

Sweetthing taught me to pray in two ways. When a problem arose, no matter the reason, or the situation, she listened to me until I finished talking. Her first response was always, “We are going to pray about this”. Then we prayed, with all our hearts.

She thanked Jesus for all the blessings, praised His Name, prayed for others, then us, individually and specific. At this point in prayer she paused, “Just to know He is God”. Any special request we had, she offered up because we knew He was listening.

The second way she taught me to pray is by example. She prayed in front of me, with me, for me about everything. When she talked to the Lord she had a sweet, humbleness in her voice, speaking to Him like she was talking to her daddy. Praying,  she ended in, “In Jesus Name, Amen.” Followed by my, “Amen”. I know now that the structure of her prayer is perfectly Scriptural.

Learning new Scripture is a daily stop in my life’s journey. Always has been, always will be. I got it from Sweetthing and Mother. Through the years I love it when I find a new Scripture supporting what I was taught. It is a blessing among blessings. Sweetthing had a hand in my love for the Scriptures. I remember repeating The Twenty-Third Psalm over and over until I could quote it anywhere, anytime. I still can.

Sweething’s husband, Daddy Lowell, went to heaven very young. At the age of 42, in 1962, he had a heart attack and died suddenly. I was only 2 years old. I don’t remember much about him, just a few things. He was so handsome! She loved him very much and he loved her the same. I loved that, I loved them and they loved me. It makes me smile.

She never dated after that. She moved into the spare bedroom where there were two twin beds. I had a bed all of my own. The furniture was really dark, black plain high rise twin beds, thick mattresses. In the middle a tall matching chest of drawers with two small milk glass lamps sharing the space. Lovely matching milk glass lamps that I fortunately still have, sitting on my piano. Sweetthing’s bed was on the right, mine the left. I had to jump to get up on the bed.

So many prayers went up through that room. Probably soaked into the walls. Years and years of answered prayers and journey talks. Even as a teen I did not like spending the night away from home. By away from home, I mean home and Sweetthing’s. I had two. I can’t count the times I went to some friend’s for overnight ending up calling Mother or Sweetthing to come and get me. Neither ever became angry with me, just the opposite. They would say they were glad I called.

In her spare bedroom as night turned to sleep I would fall asleep with all things quiet except for the “air”. The rhythm of the air conditioner and the gas furnace always made me so sleepy. It still does and I am 55 years old.

Before we said good night and I was settling down she would ask me, “Do you want to pray first or do you want me to?” Most of the time I wanted her to start, she was so good at it. I learned by listening and being blessed to be there. I thank God. I always want to pray like her, like I was taught, every time I pray.

Just hours before the angel swooped down and took her to heaven, she whispered in my ear, “Angela, don’t ever forget how much I love you.” I will never forget.

“In the sweet, by and by, we shall meet on that beautiful shore….”

©Angela Posey-Arnold 2015

photo 2Right to Left Grandmother Posey, Me, Sweetthing, Aunt Mae at my wedding in 1988.

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