Thanksgiving Week

On Tuesday Logan, Sam and I drove up to Petit Jean Mtn. Leisurely stops at overlooks and meandering down the easier trails...it was a beautiful day. I just wish we had gone a few weeks earlier. Most of the trees had dropped their leaves. Oh well. It was still nice.

Wednesday night, my family went to the Samauri Steakhouse for an unconventional Thanksgiving dinner. Sushi and cocktails all around. We had a blast. But...I'm kinda sad that I didn't have a traditional Thanksgiving dinner. *tears*

Thursday, mom and I had to take one of her dogs to the emergency vet in Maumelle. Turns out the dog was fine. While we were doing that, my dad and brothers were at my grandparents having their traditional Thanksgiving dinner. Later on, we all met up to go see Four Christmases. It's really funny!

Happy Birthday, Logan!

Logan turned 25 yesterday. The whole fam went to Copeland's in Little Rock to celebrate. Fun times!

Dreams...

I'm struggling. I don't know what God is doing. Why all these deaths?

I can deal with my Grandmomma's death. It was unexpected, but I know that she lived a full life. I know without a doubt she's in heaven. She's with my Pawpaw again. And, she's not in pain anymore. That makes me happy...even though I miss her so much.

Jeff...it was so hard. It's still a little unreal that he's gone. I mean, if he had been a second earlier or a second later...that woman's car wouldn't have hit him. Why did it happen?

And now Ashley! This really breaks my heart. Ashley was only 28 years old. She just had a baby! She has a 3 year old! Why Ashley? Those kids need their momma. Torcan may not remember Ashley and Branna will never know her. It is too much for me. I don't understand why God allowed her to die. If she could have hung on a little bit longer, she could have had surgery and been okay. Why her? Why not someone like me? I don't have any kids. I have no ties to this earth. I would gladly take her place. It just doesn't make sense to me.

All these questions are running through my head and I haven't been able to sleep. I feel like I'm going a little crazy. And now to actually talk about dreams... I had a dream a few days before Ashley died and it's really haunting me.

I was in a brick building with my immediate and extended family plus a lot of strangers. We were in the middle of a war. Somehow we knew we were about to be bombed and we were going to die. People were freaking out...crying and wanting to pray or "get right with God". They asked for a volunteer to lead them. I volunteered. I asked them to form two groups. One for those that already knew about Jesus and the other for those who had never heard about him. Only four people moved into the latter group. I went to those who knew Jesus first. I went through the ABC's of salvation real fast and then prayed with them. Then I left them to pray on their own. As I was walking toward the four people who didn't know Jesus, I looked up at the windows and saw a bomb heading straight for us. I wasn't going to make it to them before the bomb hit us and we died. I had a fleeting thought before I woke up, "Oh God. Why didn't I go to them first?"

When I got the call that Ashley had died, I freaked out a little. Was God giving me a warning in my dream that I would soon have an opportunity to tell someone about Jesus...and not to MISS that opportunity? Was I supposed to tell Ashley? If so, I failed. Big time.

*edited to add: I have no idea how Ashley felt about Christianity. Obviously I never had that conversation with her. The obit said she was a member of a Methodist church...which means that she actually went to church at one point in her life (as a kid?) and has heard the gospel. That comforts me. I hope that doesn't offend our friends. I just like to KNOW that my precious friends are in heaven.

I have so many regrets. I feel like I'm wasting my life in my self centered little "Courtney world". These last three weeks have made me wake up a little I think. Maybe God's telling me to get my head out of my ass and start LIVING. These last three weeks have taught me that life is short...and uncertain.

I wish I knew exactly what it was God was doing. I have no clue. But, I do know that I can't take another friend's death. I'm worn out.

Old Pictures...

This past Sunday some of the kids and grandkids gathered to clean out my Grandmomma's house. We got majorly distracted by a box of old pictures. We sat in the floor for over an hour and divided the pics up. Here are a few that I was able to scan:

Me (baby) with my Grandmomma and cousins.

Mom in HS. She still has that same personality!

My "bio-dad" in HS.

The wedding announcement in the Lonoke paper. When my mom married my "bio-dad"...

Me with "Bio-dad".

My fave pic of myself!

Me with Mom at Willow Springs.

Chubby Cheeks! Still have 'em!

Me with mom and "bio-dad" right before their divorce.

Dad in HS.

Family portrait...one of the first after "we" married Dad.

Me with Dad.

Me with Mom.

Me with Mom at the lake.

I was a cute little flower child.

Moving On...

Jeff - I'm so thankful that I had the chance to know Jeff. His death still isn't completely real to me. I'm sure that it will take a long time to get over it. It's hard to lose a friend so young. And if it's this hard for me to lose a friend, I can't even imagine what it would be like to lose a husband, brother or son. On the positive side, I'm glad that I got to see college pals this past week. I hope that we are able to keep in touch this time around.

Grandmomma - I'm pretty torn up about her death. My mom called me a few weeks ago and asked me to take off work and go with her to take Grandmomma to the doctor. I declined because it was last minute and I was afraid I would have gotten in trouble at work. I really wish I would have gone! I could have hugged her neck and told her I loved her one last time.

I love my Grandmomma and Pawpaw so much! I practically lived with them from birth to three years old. When my mom remarried and we moved to Benton, we still visited as often as we could. From my Grandmomma, I inherited the love of diet coke, old movies and musicals and craftiness (sewing). For as long as I can remember, my Grandmomma always said, "When I die, you're getting all of my movies and the cabinet your Pawpaw built for them." They're all old VHS tapes...most of the movies recorded off of the t.v. My aunts actually thought I wouldn't want them. WHAT?! Of course I want them! I will watch every freaking one of them...while I drink diet coke and try to sew something. =) I can not put into words the void I feel in my life right now. I just want one more moment with Grandmomma and Pawpaw. I love them and miss them so much!

The most important thing I learned this week is this: Don't let a moment go buy without letting your friends and family know how much you love them. You may not have tomorrow.

In lighter news, I got to visit with the Tarver's last night. Jenn let me hold Bayley for over an hour! I fed her, burped her, rocked her, etc... I couldn't quit staring at her. She's so pretty. I threatened to take her home with me. =)

I'm throwing a baby shower for Jenn and Bayley this weekend. I promise to take lots of pics!

Oh ABB! I wish you lived closer so I could throw you a shower too. *hugs*

Mary Chloe Elmore (January 4, 1926 - April 2, 2008)

*obit written by my mother.

Our mother, Mary Chloe Elmore, age 82 of Mayflower, a former resident of Lonoke, went home to be with the Lord April 2, 2008. A member of First Baptist Church of Mayflower, she is preceded in death by our father and her husband of 51 years, Lewis Earl Elmore, our eldest brother, Jimmy Lee Elmore, one of their grandsons, Ricky Childress and two of their great-grandchildren, Phillip Reid Barker and David Barker, Jr. Our mother is survived by one son and daughter-in-law, Lewis, Jr. and Wanetta Elmore of Paola, Kansas; one daughter-in-law Karen Elmore of Winslow, Arizona; four daughters and sons-in-law, Susan and Eugene Pate of North Little Rock; Terry and Anthony Dycus of Mayflower, Robin and Joe Johnson of Roland, and Penny and Tim Landreth of Benton. She is loved and will be greatly missed by 18 grandchildren and 28 great-grandchildren, as well as her church family. Prior to relocating to Mayflower, mom owned her own beauty shop, Chloe’s Clip N’ Curl Corner in Lonoke for 25 years. Mom worked for ten years and retired from Maybelline in North Little Rock, as well as ten years as a cook for Mayflower School District. All throughout her life mom loved to sew and spent many hours at her sewing machine making an abundance of items for her family and members of her community including prom and wedding dresses, baby blankets, and many other cherished items. Our mother was famous for her homemade yeast rolls, cinnamon tea rings, her sassy attitude, as well as her passion for life. The family will receive friends 6-8 p.m. Thursday, April 3 at the funeral home. Funeral Services will be 2:30 p.m. Friday, April 4 at Boyd Funeral Home, Lonoke with interment in Sunset Memorial Gardens. Serving as pallbearers will be her grandsons, Brandon Childress, Adam Pate, BJ Johnson, Tim Landreth, Logan Landreth and Stephen Barker.

TRUE STORY.

I was on my way to Jeff's funeral this morning and my brother called me.

Me: Hello?
Timmy: Whatcha doing?
Me: I'm on my way to a funeral.
Timmy: A funeral?! Oh man, that's messed up...
Me: What? Why?
Timmy: Grandmomma died this morning.
Me: *bleeped*

Yes, folks. It's true. I was on my way to say goodbye to a dear friend and found out that my grandmother died this morning! It has been one hell of a week to say the least.

Weird fact: My grandmother died today: April 2nd. My grandfather died on April 2nd, 2003.

My Nephew!

This is my nephew, Duke!

Duke and his daddy, Tim (my brother).