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The most amazing thing happened on Wednesday, April 6th, 2016.
Robert Brady George was reunited with his parents, Annie and DB; grandmother, Darthula; sisters, Louanna and Imogene; brothers, Eucle, JD and Hubert; a very special grandson (Nathan Allen Ray); and a host of angels, relatives and friends nurtured by 83 years of living.
It had been many years since most had been together and the lull was long enough. From all accounts, the reunion was beyond what mere words could describe. Tears of joy, hugs and kisses, storytelling, thunderous laughter and a flood of emotions were said to have filled the sacred halls. After several hours of celebrating a beautiful life, the group was seen moving at the speed of light into the heavens.
Survivors are beyond the limit of numbers, but include his sweetheart, his wife of 60 years, Bonnie; children – Bobbie Ward (Jay), Janey Ray (Rick) , Stephen George (Michelle), Renee McGowen (Terry); grandchildren – Daniel Ray (Jennifer), Stephen ‘Toot’ Ray (Rose), Andrea Ray (Brent), Robert George (Susan), Stephanie George, Hannah McGowen (Nate), Cameron McGowen; and great grandchildren – Lathan, Mia, Remie, and Brody.
The roots of this tree run deeper than names and blood; deeper than bone or the limit of words to page. Blessings have a way of multiplying; hearts, filling up until all we know is love.
God is good (all the time).
Author’s Note: On Tuesday morning of this week, my mother suffered a heart attack and was air-lifted to a regional medical center in Nashville. She underwent a procedure for immediate repair of her heart. She worried about daddy, and though he wasn’t told, perhaps he felt it. Or maybe he felt the assurance that she was being cared for. At the end of a weary day on Wednesday, we were called to the facility where my father has been a patient for the last 8 months. When we arrived, we found him already gone, sleeping in his bed as if he had simply drifted off upon a dream. We stayed for hours, into the night, figuring a plan for how to tell mama, but relishing in stories, song, and laughter as daddy ‘slept’ within arm’s reach. We realized that had our mother not suffered her attack on Tuesday, the event of Wednesday would likely have triggered one greater than her heart could bear. Storms had swept through, keeping my brother at home (only a mile or so from the nursing facility) rather than visiting my mother. In the haste to get to the hospital, we left behind her phone (averting the call of Wednesday evening). Time and again, we were presented with a truth greater than our grief – that every tear is precious, and that God never lets us go.
This morning, a note from my niece. My initial thought – it was a delay from yesterday.
Update on Papa this morning.
He is doing amazing! Up and tending
the garden already. Huge improvement since
yesterday!! He will visit you all today so
look for him. He is love, and he is everywhere!
. . .
You are Very Special Lady Bobbie… my heart and thoughts sends condolences to you and yours…May you always know you are loved from here to eternity….
Love and Hugs from Texas just for you, and hugs …
another Angel has found his way home…what a Blessing for him
Take Care…You Matter Much to me
always…just me
My condolences on your loss – which you, in your beautiful way, see not only as a loss but a reunion, a piece of the whole. God bless you, Bobbie. All the best, Stephen
Bobbie – Your grace in sharing this shows how deep the river of your heart runs. I have kept Robert in my prayers, and will continue to do so. May your memories always be fond, and his presence in your life be more real than ever. His legacy lives on in all those you mention in this post, and of course always in your words. I recall saying to you many moons ago, in a place that seems like in a dream to “tell Robert he did good” … That still stands. May you always be blessed by his love … Always, Peter
My heart is saddened by your loss dear sister! God bless you and your family! Here is a poem;
Invisible Kisses
I will find never a day does pass by
Where I will not dream of of you
Wondering if you also think of me
As you do what angels in heaven do
You’ll have a lasting place in my heart
My daydreams and my night-dreams too
And when your image embraces me I will
Remember just how much I love and miss you
I wish I could hold you once again
Gazing lovingly into your smiles
For my heart I find misses you dearly
As I begin longing for you Dad all the while
And yet when these times might seem lonely
I find myself blessed by your invisible kisses
Remembering when I daily felt each of them
Those precious gifts I find my heart now misses
And I will be together with you
Each passing day of this my life
As I receive your invisible kisses
I will know everything is alright…
knowing you will daily enjoy Gods love.
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Bobbie I wanted to make you smile dear one!
I know how much you loved your Father…so its you speaking to him in this version of one of my poems, knowing your selfless and genuine heart and spirit I thought you would not mind!
Just found your post here, Bobbie . Sad to hear of your father’s passing . Though your words sound happy, there is surely a seasoning of loss underlying the happy sound and I could understand that completely . Though they are always still with us , we’ll not be able to talk, touch, or share those human things anymore . That’s the sad part. I can only offer understanding , loving thoughts , and a warm hug. Hoping your mom will be OK , and you too……. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . xo
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