Journal entry by Joanne Negstad — May 14, 2018
For years, Joanne and I had the practice of spending an evening each week with our granddaughters through bedtime, so their parents would have a night out. Last Friday I had that pleasure...while we all missed Joanne terribly.
Today's mail brought a letter from our oldest granddaughter, Mai-Evy, age nine. She said "Will you be here next Friday? With Trygve (the wonder dog)? If you are going to be here that would be great. Love, Mai-Evy." It was a letter that helps heal a broken heart.
Yes, I will be there this week, if not Friday, Saturday. Perhaps there is no place where my grief is more raw than with Joanne's absence in the life of those girls, whom she loved so dearly. It seems so unfair to them and unfair to her.
Joanne didn't cry very often in those twenty-three days she was in home hospice. One time she did was when Pastor Mary brought an Easter Service for the family. Mary asked if some wanted to read the gospel and Mai-Evy volunteered. As Mai-Evy read in a clear and steady voice Joanne wept. A precious moment not to be forgotten.
Joanne would be happy to know that I've not been forgotten...today; breakfast with a friend, lunch with another friend and happy hour with three other friends. Yes, I am blessed!
Blessings,
Al
Today's mail brought a letter from our oldest granddaughter, Mai-Evy, age nine. She said "Will you be here next Friday? With Trygve (the wonder dog)? If you are going to be here that would be great. Love, Mai-Evy." It was a letter that helps heal a broken heart.
Yes, I will be there this week, if not Friday, Saturday. Perhaps there is no place where my grief is more raw than with Joanne's absence in the life of those girls, whom she loved so dearly. It seems so unfair to them and unfair to her.
Joanne didn't cry very often in those twenty-three days she was in home hospice. One time she did was when Pastor Mary brought an Easter Service for the family. Mary asked if some wanted to read the gospel and Mai-Evy volunteered. As Mai-Evy read in a clear and steady voice Joanne wept. A precious moment not to be forgotten.
Joanne would be happy to know that I've not been forgotten...today; breakfast with a friend, lunch with another friend and happy hour with three other friends. Yes, I am blessed!
Blessings,
Al
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