Returning from Ohio I realized...

When I flew to Ohio for my husband's Grandma's Funeral, I half expected heart ache and pain. Not mainly for the loss we had just been forced to accept, but I expected the family to hurt one another. From my experiances, death changes people, and changes relationships. I expected some one to hurt us deeply. As the days crept by we attended the viewing and family meals. My husband threw snappy remarks my way and I caught them with a twinge of pain. Someone else in the family, hurt someone else, and then I got hurt again, but my Mother in-law, who on any given day, we act like mother and daughter. She merely made me feel stupid for not knowing how to iron a suit. For the record, I don't iron. The only things I have ever ironed came out with creases in the wrong spot, and ended up looking worse then it started off as. So, I don't iron. And I certainly don't iron a suit that is borrowed. All of these things were little, but big in the scheme of things because of what each of us were dealing with on our own plate.

It occurred to me on the flight home, after I was able to talk to the people who caused me to be hurt that, yes death does change people. In fact it changes people in a way we can't even imagine. What makes a good strong family is if and how they pull out of those little hurtful things. We were able to talk about it and after things were put to rest it seemed to lift off the weight it once held. We seemed to meet on the other side. Stronger then ever before.

P.S. The ice-cycles could be used as weapons over there!!!!! I didn't know that God made them so big!!