My Grannie Gallardo is my sharpener. Like a pencil sharpener for God. Though I may not like the shaving shaved when my pencil slid so comfortably within my hand to form the words upon the tablet of my thoughts for the moment. To have my Grannie take my comfort and shave the pencil was like a scorning. I didn't think I'd done anything wrong and to feel punished at all was shameful but she can point out so much. OUCH! Oh no! Dear God, help me to change these things that Grannie's eyes can see.
Though truthfully there have been times, I'd feel Grannie "old school" or too good to understand me from where I come and what I've seen. She knows so much more, been through valley's where I'd probably give up. This Grannie of Mine has raised some outstanding children who are all held together by a bond of love that surround them, dwells in them and around them. My Grannie is the Momma of the one and only man I want in this world. He's a challenge I won't lie but I never seen someone love so much and give so much when it could seem he'd be the needing one.
My Grannie really isn't my grannie at all....She's my Momma In Law. Who loved me without seeing me at first. Treated me like her very own and blessed us by stayin with us when her and Papo came back to Grapevine to live. I was so happy in hearing they were coming I felt like jumping for the many prayers of wanting and hoping that the space between these parents so dear and the children shouldn't be so far.
From daily visits, weekly dinners, monthly gatherings, to holiday meals...........What happens? Distance invades in close miles as well? My Grannie... she became as Papo I embraced as my Papo too. Grannie took over the Minga I'd come to know in letters and visits. My Parent In Laws were so special to me I made them Grand Parent In Laws because parents are usually mean.
Though Papo couldn't refuse God's invitation back to heaven. He'll always have a home in all our hearts right next to Grannie forever. Grannie muscles on couragously on and has side of her I never knew as one night I found my Grannie so sweet, so sharp that I thought very strick she was, I open the door to find her screaming and fussin so that I couldn't imagine the problem that could make Grannie sound off in such a manner. As the screamins tampered and sorted out the situation. Grannie was fussin at that darn television! Wrestling! Huh? Was all I could think.
My Grannie is just amazing! She's flexable to understand life brings what it brings. Loving enough to sharpen us with the things that sharpen her. Kind enough to give when giving is hard to give. Loving euough to love when so many times that love is overlooked, unappreciated, and expected. It still takes effort... I see your constant love and I respect that. My Grannie is a brave girl too...don't forget it! As Cindy scambbles for something to kill it and I cautiously enter the gate 20 feet away. There Grannie goes in for the kill in her slippers and aimed with her broom. Don't you read this out loud Grannie!!!!! I'll squeez them yummy lemons you get for me in your eye...just kidding.
I am so blessed to know you...to have you...and to be scolded by you. You are really cool Grannie, you make me laugh, you make me cry, you inspire me, you teach me, you help me and put up with me. You've been able to stand through so much and still love, still be Grannie with all of us. I can't be Teri all the time and oh how I want to but I've put her away....for the things I pain I fear if Teri doesn't hide and fearful Teri is ... all the things that normally pressure....that can be taken lightly....and are misunderstood.... are many time too much for fearfully Teri and the last thing I ever wanna do is feel any hurt and blow up around you. I don't wanna blow up anywhere with anyone. But regretfully.... I do. It's ugly, it's pain...it's things and places and words where I was hurt and many times places so far behind...My silence I'm slowly working through. Please know though. It's my respect, my love, and my never wanting to hurt that has sometimes silenced me. I hope I don't sound to crazy and please love me still....even if I do. Because I love you.
Dear Jesus, Let your blood cover us. Everyday, every moment we need. I ask oh sweet Lord, show us more of your ways and help us Lord always. There are times I can't the words, There are days when down here
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