Parties and Plywood
It's been raining for about one hundred days here in Haywood County. That's an exaggeration, obviously, but I'm feeling a little dramatic about it. How much rain do we really need, after all??
My parents' new property has some drainage issues which they have been successfully addressing with french drains and other landscaping things I don't really understand. However, in this amount of rain, everything everywhere is a swamp. They have this plywood "sidewalk" around the house for us to use so we don't stomp on the baby grass that's coming up where they have put out seed. On Monday we were joking about it being more of a floating dock than a sidewalk.
This weekend marked one year since my brother decided he had walked with us as far as he could and went on ahead. The one year anniversary is something I've been dreading because I wasn't really sure what to expect. It occurred to me on the Wednesday before that even after we get through the weekend, he's still gonna be gone. That sucks.
In our family, when we aren't sure what to do, we have a party. So we decided that we would say "to hell with it" and have a huge, gigantic, blowout birthday party for Sara and Robin at the farm on Memorial Day. That way no matter how we felt, we'd be together and with our people.
Everyone in the family got to make a guest list. We ended up inviting about 60 people, and almost everyone made it. Good thing my parent's house is finished and ready because, the rain.
Having a party was totally the right decision, mostly because of who showed up. Our people came and brought food and hugs, just like they did a year ago, but this time with smiles. We sang Happy Birthday and wore leis and ate cupcakes and drank beer. We celebrated some of what Adam loved most: his sisters. In the middle of the rain, we filled my parents' new house with laughter.
Grief is so much like this endless rain. It just keeps coming down on us out of the sky, building up on the ground so that even when the sun comes out for a minute the ground is slippery, treacherous, with mud so thick you could walk right out of your shoes. But our people, our friends and family and people who pray for us, they bring Jesus with them right into our homes and they have laid out plywood for us all year. With their help we have found safe places to rest and get our bearings in this new swampy place. And the baby grass is still growing.
5/30/2018 04:59:36 pm
Eloquently stated, Emily. We love your family...more! ❤
Chris and Carla
5/30/2018 05:32:23 pm
This is so beautiful. Love to all the Tranthams and Fleenors.
5/30/2018 06:05:08 pm
Straight from the heart and beautifully articulated! We love you and your family and know that with time you will be able to feel lightness and joy again although it may seem impossible to you now.
5/30/2018 07:33:52 pm
The Tagye clan loves all of you.
Ann Van Buskirk
5/31/2018 04:13:49 am
Your wisdom and beautiful words touch my heart. I so wish we could have been there this weekend- hope to see all of you in June! Love you so much.
5/31/2018 04:18:57 am
We love you
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