The Human Emotion

I didn't go to Vacation Bible School today. I know, I know, it's rude for the faculty to skip out on the last day of their obligations, BUT I had a very good reason. It's actually a horrible reason, but it's legitimate. So there's this guy who helps with the marching band named Roy, and his mother's been sick for a really long time. Well, a few days ago she died. I was really shocked when I went to the funeral today, and heard Roy speak. He cried. I know that this was a funeral and everything, but I've never seen the man cry before. He's always tough Roy, who yells at us and makes fun of us, and who we all know and love! So I was sitting there back in the choir loft, flabbergasted, gobsmacked even, to see tough, strong Roy, with tears steaking down his cheeks. And that's when I remembered my Grandmommy. She was the strongest person I had ever known, possibly even stronger than Roy. Not necessarily physically, but emotionally and spiritually, she could bowl anyone over. Even with various diseases to deal with, Grandmommy was a big fighter. She refused to let people do much for her. She was stubborn, like most of us in the family are. (No offense guys). But in a way that really made you feel like she could fly to the stars and back if she really had the mind to. She used to having a saying, that she would spout out several times whenever she came to visit us. ETSP. It stand for, Even This Shall Pass. And though sometimes I would only smile and nod to please her, deep down I have always known that her words were true. And watching Roy up there on the pulpit, trying to do and say the right things in the memory of his mother, I wish that I could have dug up that nugget of wisdom, from whatever cave inside my mind it was hiding in. The pain, the tears, it all fades with time, but the trick is to never forget the person whose memories have touched you in a way that changes your life forever. I know that sometimes, it feels like the world is falling down onto our feet, and that we will never find our footing again no matter how hard we persist. But the truth is, everything passes, and soon the world will be a blank canvas, ready for new problems and solutions. It has been a few months since my Grandmommy's passing, but only a few days for Roy's mother. The pain is still fresh inside of him, like a band-ade that has been ripped off of his bare skin. And even though I didn't get a chance to tell him at the funeral, I hope he knows that this pain will pass, and that even though she is gone, his mother's spirit is being carried on inside of him, just like my Grandmommy's is in me.



PEACE