Here’s the song reference.
Very early this morning, our phone rang with sad, although not unexpected, news. Great-Grandma, after 97 years on this earth, had left us, and there was an urgent need for someone to get over to Deedaw’s house, so that she would not be alone when her sister called with the sorrowful tidings. Manie quickly bolted out of bed and threw on the nearest available clothes. While he was washing his face, a sleepy-eyed Bugaboo wandered out into the hallway to ascertain the cause of the commotion. Upon being informed, she declared that she would like to help comfort her Deedaw, and actually managed to get dressed while Manie was still tying his shoes.
I made a couple of phone calls in the short interlude before the rest of the tribe awoke. Beanie was our next riser; she shambled out to the kitchen and inquired as to the availability of hard-boiled eggs. While the eggs were cooking, and after she had consumed enough juice to brighten her eyes a bit, I snuggled her in my lap and told her Great-Grandma was gone.
Beanie blinked slowly, then cocked her head to the side before slowly asking, “So that means Deedaw lost her husband AND her mommy?”
“Yes, sweetheart. And she’s sad.”
“I would be sad. I am sad for Deedaw. I love Deedaw.”
“I know you do, noodle. Daddy and Bugaboo and Zio and Nephew are with her now to make sure she has lots of hugs and kisses. We’ll go over there, too, but a little later.”
I called Deedaw a few minutes later, just to say, “I love you,” and see if there was anything I could do from across the river. She demurred, but said she’d be very happy to see the rest of the tribe once everyone was feeling civilized. As we were saying goodbye, Beanie stretched out her hand for the phone, and I asked Deedaw if she had a quick moment to talk to her youngest granddaughter.
Beanie took the phone and said her good mornings, then calmly stated, “You lost your mommy.”
Deedaw said that indeed, she had, and that Great-Grandma had gone to Heaven.
Beanie replied. “Yes. I’m happy for her.”
Today’s prayer: Lord, thank You for the blessing of Your faithful servant, Dorothy, without whom our little family would not exist. Thank You for welcoming her to a joyful eternity and a beautiful reunion with her husband, Daniel, and for releasing her from all suffering and pain. Thank You for the quiet childish wisdom of her namesake, Beanie, who so perfectly clarified our faith when she explained that she was sad for her Deedaw and happy for her Great-Grandma. As we bear each other’s burdens in the days and months to come, please grant us the grace to see Your love in all the gifts You send, and to recognize them AS gifts, even when it’s hard to see them through worldly eyes. Please, Lord, bestow upon us the wisdom to use this time to teach Your blessings how to persevere, how to show compassion, how to say “I love you” without using those words or giving material goods. Keep us mindful of Your assurance that those who mourn are blessed, and let us love one another as You have loved us.