Mom was not feeling well, but she managed to put on a smile for photos. Dad and Mom unfortunately got colds and have been very congested with those. In spite of that, we had a good time.
After having a rib extravaganza on Saturday evening, we had a church service with all the kids. Mom and Dad had found a book that was about who God is, and the author quoted 15 Bible verses. Mom and Dad have 15 grandchildren (including Baby Bump, not yet born), so they thought it was perfect. Each of the grandchildren (or their parents) read a verse in the story. Then we sang some hymns together. Mom read this poem to us:
The Elephant In The Room
By Terry Kettering
There’s and elephant in the room.
It is large and squatting, so it is hard to get around it.
Yet we squeeze by with “How are you?” and “I’m fine…
And a thousand other forms of trivial chatter.
We talk about the weather.
We talk about work.
We talk about everything else…
Except the elephant in the room.
We all know it is there.
We are thinking about the elephant as we talk together.
It is constantly on our minds.
For, you see, it is a very big elephant.
It has hurt us all.
But we do not talk about the elephant in the room.
Oh, please, say her name.
Oh, please, say “[her name]” again.
Oh, please, let’s talk about the elephant in the room.
For if we talk about her death,
Perhaps we can talk about her life.
Can I say “[her name]” to you and not have you look away:
For if I cannot,
then you are leaving me alone…
in a room…
with an elephant.
It is large and squatting, so it is hard to get around it.
Yet we squeeze by with “How are you?” and “I’m fine…
And a thousand other forms of trivial chatter.
We talk about the weather.
We talk about work.
We talk about everything else…
Except the elephant in the room.
We all know it is there.
We are thinking about the elephant as we talk together.
It is constantly on our minds.
For, you see, it is a very big elephant.
It has hurt us all.
But we do not talk about the elephant in the room.
Oh, please, say her name.
Oh, please, say “[her name]” again.
Oh, please, let’s talk about the elephant in the room.
For if we talk about her death,
Perhaps we can talk about her life.
Can I say “[her name]” to you and not have you look away:
For if I cannot,
then you are leaving me alone…
in a room…
with an elephant.
Here are some photos from our weekend:
Bouncy castle - the kids jumped and jumped. |
The De Boers |
The Janssens |
Harmony took this photo because Morgan looked so cute crying. We didn't stop to find out what was wrong. Probably a boo boo! |
Grandma can fix it! |
The kids painted stones that afternoon. When Mom was in the hospital, there was a healing garden outside the hospital where people could paint stones with the names of their loved ones. |
The kids presented their stones to Grandma - now she can have her own healing garden at home. |
Ribs for supper! Yumm |
The grown ups got to sit at a table. |
Our church service |
Campfire at night - we never do anything small - this is a 300 lb tree in the fire pit. |
Thanks again for taking time to pull us into your more intimate moments as a family. It means so much to people like me who love your mom -and the rest of you aren't too bad either. I wish I lived closer to have a visit, but this virtual stuff is okay too. Peace for each day and savour these moments. Good to see the sense of humour isn't lost. :) spot
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