*This is a precious post I had shared previously, but it speaks volumes to me.
Mamee passed away yesterday and while we were sitting at the funeral home, I was reminded about how faithful John was to her. I haven’t talked to a single person yet who wasn’t touched by his genuine love, care and compassion towards her.
Pray for my sweet husband? He is preaching her funeral tomorrow as well as singing and I know it will be hard.
Every Wednesday, John goes to his grandmothers house.
Every Wednesday, she is waiting by the door with her walker and wallet.
Every Wednesday, it takes her at least 12 minutes to get from the front door, down the short ramp and into the truck.
Every Wednesday, John stands behind her and helps her get seated.
Before Mamee retired, she made her husband (JC) promise that she could go to the beauty shop to get her hair done once a week.
During the time JC was in the nursing home and then after he passed away, different family members took their turns taking her.
When we moved back, John decided to take a turn.
To say Mamee is frail would be an understatement. I’ve seen a picture of her before the osteoporosis claimed her body. She was a regal woman.
But now she is bearing the marks of agedness.
Every Wednesday, John takes her to the beauty shop. It is as equally long a process getting out of the truck.
She calls him about an hour after getting there and he goes back and picks her up.
Every Wednesday they go to Pizza Hut and have a lunch date.
Every Wednesday the manager of Pizza Hut gives them lunch for free. I would like to think its because she sees the value in taking care of your elderly family members. Regardless of the reason, it’s a blessing.
Every Wednesday I have watched the man I love, love his grandmother.
John usually takes John Bridge or Finley with him. Mamee loves getting to see them and John loves the one on one time he gets with each kid.
Every Wednesday, my babies are exposed to what it will be like to take care of their grandparents and then us.
Brooks has a special bond with Mamee. He takes care of her in a way that only a 7 year old boy can. He enjoys getting to carry her purse and bible into church. He loves holding the door for her. He gets to use the hammer with John when something needs fixed at her house.
He sits and talks with her.
And he doesn’t even realize how much he is helping.
Every Wednesday, John puts the needs of his grandmother above his own.
He is a good caregiver.
I’m thankful for a man who walks out his faith every Wednesday.