Another Angel Gets Her Wings . . .

My dad's mom, my Grandma Johnson, passed away on Sunday April 15th at the age of 81. While it's never easy to say good-bye to someone you love, we couldn't be more happy for my grandma and the new journey she is now on. She has not been in great health for several years now, and it really seems like such a tender mercy for her to have passed on into a better place and life.  

 

My grandma was best remembered for her incredible memory.  She has 38 grandchildren and 13 great-grandchildren, and 7 children of her own, and I can honestly say that she never once forgot any special occasion for any of us.  We got a birthday card and some kind of remembrance every single year of our lives, anniversary cards, get well cards, good luck cards, etc.  I got the chance to take my girls to the hospital to say our good-byes the day before she passed away, and even then, she was asking each of us about our current life events and interests.  What a gift! 

She was a very kind and selfless person.  She was an amazing listener, and very compassionate.  She always made everyone in her presence feel very important and very loved.  

I had the privilege of taking pictures of the funeral like I did at Rod's dad's funeral.  

It was so sweet to be able to watch the events unfold through the lens of my camera. 

No words are necessary to see why  . . . 

We love you Grandma!  

God be with you 'til we meet again!

Ever had one of those weeks???

I'm starting to think that I should change my blog title from Maddog Moments and Memories to 

Maddog Moments of CHAOS! 

We have had quite the adventurous life for the past couple of months . . . hence, NO blog posts!  

NO TIME!  

I was positive that if my kids were just a little bit older, my life would slow down . . . 

WOW!  Did I ever get a rude awakening!  

We go 100 miles an hour around here lately, and just to keep things lively, we try to throw in a curve ball once in a while . . . 

My goal is to blog all of this in the next few days, but until then, here is a breakdown of our last two weeks:

My grandma died on Sunday, April 15.  

 Carsyn had Hope of America on Tuesday, 

Viewing for Grandma on Wednesday,  

Funeral on Thursday (along with play practice for the girls), 

all followed by a crazy weekend.  

Saturday morning, I OPENED the door (did not even go outside) to hand the phone to Carsyn, and got stung by a wasp - which I am allergic to - through a long sleeve shirt, none-the-less. 

 I had vein "surgery" on Monday - which I had an awesome reaction to - that caused my legs and ankles to swell to the size of tree trunks!  SEXY! 

Dentist on Tuesday for a broken crown, and gum "surgery."

  The girls performed their play on Wednesday morning . . .

And being the awesome mom that I am, I made them go back to school . . . 

only to get a phone call an hour later saying that Carsyn had fallen at recess.

My reaction? 

Give her an icepack and Tylenol and send her back to class.

The secretary's reaction?

Um, you're going to want to take her to the doctor . . . just in case. 

Which led to this . . .

Our first (and please pray, last) broken arm.  Carsyn tripped over a ball that was thrown and not noticed by her until it was too late, and ended up with a buckle fracture in her wrist.  

The rainbow in all of this?  

It's only a three week cast and she'll have it off before summer, 

it's waterproof, 

no surgery, 

and it doesn't slow her down a bit.  

The downside?

Soccer started the day after she got her cast on.  

AWESOME! 

Heaven help us all!