this week without Mom.
to come help him put new cinder blocks under it.
to come help him spray the place down.
None of Mom's four-o'clocks bloomed
at four o'clock
or any other time.
All her pretty pink petunias
drooped
and died.
Daddy got cranky.
He hollered at the boys a lot
and didn't seem to have the energy
to go visit his congregation.
Some of the church ladies came by
to leave off some food for us
but they didn't stay long
like they would if Mom was home.
Jimmy and Wes built a ramp
with the old cinder blocks from the porch
and were running up and down on it
and Jimmy fell off
and sprained his ankle real bad
and Daddy had no idea what to do about it
so I tied one of the baby's blankets
around it
tight
and made up an ice pack for it
but Jimmy cried for Mom.
He cried in the living-room
and I hid in the bathroom
and cried too.
Daddy preached a boring sermon on Sunday
which surprised his congregation
because they were used to
Daddy telling stories about us
or about them
that showed how the Lord was at work in all of our lives.
Some of the men fell right to sleep.
It was rainy
and our church was damp and dark
and Daddy made no effort at all
to liven things up.
I counted the days and hours
and finally it was time to go to Mobile
and pick Mom up
and here she came off the train
in her little blue dress and her high heels
laughing at the baby trying to get down the steps by himself
and behind her came Mutter
and our red-headed cousin Nanky
come to spend a week with us!
Oh it was so wonderful to have Mom back!
No sooner had Mom stepped into the house
than the sun came out
and our house lit up
with a big smile.
Nanky and the boys ran and yelled outside
and Daddy talked a mile-a-minute
and tried to hug Mom when she was busy
and she shooed him away
laughing at him.
Mutter gave us all a million kisses
and helped Mom iron
and bake bread
and she told me that it was fine
to be going into seventh grade
and still crying
because crying cleared the air.
Mutter also told me that all bad things
come
to pass away.
The hole in my stomach closed up
and the tears dried up
and at devotions
I thanked the Lord
from the bottom of my heart
that last week
had passed away!
Mutter, my beautiful grandmother
Music playing: Leaning on the Everlasting Arms
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