DeLores Grace Henry--Henry, DeLores Grace Entered Heaven's gates on February 15, 2010. Preceded in death by her parents and husband. Survived by her 4 siblings, 6 children and 7 grandchildren, in whom she found great delight. As a family, we will be forever grateful for the past month, during which we were able to care for her, laugh with her, learn from her, and walk her home with both joy and sorrow. She will always be remembered for the way she celebrated every detail of our lives and extended unconditional love and grace to those around her. Until we see her again, we rest in knowing that God is near to us, and she is with God, so she cannot be far away. The family will privately celebrate her precious life on Friday, February 19, 2010
To honor her compassion, may I be more compassionate.
To honor her listening ear and her support, may I listen more and be more supportive.
For the people that only had her, may I be that person to those around me.
Love doesn't die, people do. So when all that is left of me is love, give me away.
Here's to my grandma, and my life to her love.
February 14
Yani: Okay, in honor of Valentines day, let's talk about who we love.
Harriet, who do you love?
Harriet: My shoes.
Trek, Who do you love?
Trek: Orange (the color)
Silas, who do you love?
Silas: This. (toy truck)
Abby, who do you love?
Abby: My mama.
Nico, who do you love?
Nico: Um, I love Telsey. (Kelsey)
Ahhh yes. That's more than enough for me.
Harriet, who do you love?
Harriet: My shoes.
Trek, Who do you love?
Trek: Orange (the color)
Silas, who do you love?
Silas: This. (toy truck)
Abby, who do you love?
Abby: My mama.
Nico, who do you love?
Nico: Um, I love Telsey. (Kelsey)
Ahhh yes. That's more than enough for me.
February 11
I love them all for so many reasons. I love that the five of us have created home and I love that we always need each other and that we always have each other.
I love Holli's deep understanding of others, and her huge heart for the destitute.
I love that no matter how I feel, I always feel better when I see my mom.
I love my mom's humor and her ability to never take life too seriously.
I love my dad's simplicity, and I love the moments when I see how much he cares about me.
I love that I have recently began to understand that Eric loves me as a little sister, and I love that I will always be ignorant and immature in his mind.
I love my mom's natural talent of befriending her students, and I love how she provides a safe place for so many of them.
I love Eric's bravery, and the fact that he has stood under so much and is such a remarkable man.
I love my dad's strange humor and I love his desire, and his often feeble attempts to understand the emotions of the three females he lives life with.
I love my dad's love and admiration for his mother.
I love having Holli as a sister and a friend who always has, and always will be right by my side.
I love how unique Holli is, and how unimpressed she is with the status quo.
I love that to me, my mom knows everything there is to know about life.
I love the joy Holli receives from her residents at work, and life in general.
I love seeing pieces of myself in all of them.
I love Holli's deep understanding of others, and her huge heart for the destitute.
I love that no matter how I feel, I always feel better when I see my mom.
I love my mom's humor and her ability to never take life too seriously.
I love my dad's simplicity, and I love the moments when I see how much he cares about me.
I love that I have recently began to understand that Eric loves me as a little sister, and I love that I will always be ignorant and immature in his mind.
I love my mom's natural talent of befriending her students, and I love how she provides a safe place for so many of them.
I love Eric's bravery, and the fact that he has stood under so much and is such a remarkable man.
I love my dad's strange humor and I love his desire, and his often feeble attempts to understand the emotions of the three females he lives life with.
I love my dad's love and admiration for his mother.
I love having Holli as a sister and a friend who always has, and always will be right by my side.
I love how unique Holli is, and how unimpressed she is with the status quo.
I love that to me, my mom knows everything there is to know about life.
I love the joy Holli receives from her residents at work, and life in general.
I love seeing pieces of myself in all of them.
February 7
A year ago today, I wasn't here. I was far away. The canvas was the Himalayas, I was on dusty roads, I was listening to horns and the only thing I could smell was the horrific aroma of the trash river a few feet away from my apartment. But most importantly, a year ago today was the day that I met the boys in the street, and what I wrote down was, "It wasn't until the moment that they were running at me screaming my name that I realized how much I need them." I feel so far from them now, and my need for them is something I find hard to understand.
What they helped me understand is that I have a well inside of me,
and when it is tapped into, waters come forth and they give me new life. I am missing them too much today, and finding it impossible to tap into this part of myself on my own. What I need to understand now, is that I will see them again.
The words I wrote out a year ago today were this:
We'll pray for Heavens floor to break,
pour the brightest white on blackest space,
Come bleeding gloriously through,
the clouds and the blue.
Forcing one thing from two,
killing formulaic views,
only love proves to be the truth.
Things are certainly a bit different now,
but my prayer always remains for heavens floor to break.
What they helped me understand is that I have a well inside of me,
and when it is tapped into, waters come forth and they give me new life. I am missing them too much today, and finding it impossible to tap into this part of myself on my own. What I need to understand now, is that I will see them again.
The words I wrote out a year ago today were this:
We'll pray for Heavens floor to break,
pour the brightest white on blackest space,
Come bleeding gloriously through,
the clouds and the blue.
Forcing one thing from two,
killing formulaic views,
only love proves to be the truth.
Things are certainly a bit different now,
but my prayer always remains for heavens floor to break.
February 4
Fear is being used in the most horrific ways. Politicians use fear to control us. Fear can persuade people to do almost anything. It is a horrible way to influence fellow humans, but its also very effective. The fact that we run to the doctor the second we feel pain, stems from fear. But what it does, is limits our understanding of what we are capable as human beings. Everything is diagnosed. Feelings, suddenly have a name, and a medication to go along with them. We are never forced to rely on our humanness alone. I remember in India, there are rickshaws being operated by barefoot men. They are hooked up to a seat, in which tourists sit, and they RUN around Calcutta with no shoes on to get these Westerners where they want to be. Mankind is strong. I have seen it. I have seen that we have the ability to survive hell. I have seen people do incredible things. It makes me so sad to see my culture keep us from discovering that about ourselves. I want to be at the end of my rope. I want to struggle, I have had enough of the comforts and easy street. All of this takes away from our humanness and I want to be humanized again.
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