My Nanny Rose passed away last week. I know. How can this be? Nanny Rose. Perpetual 40 year old. She was a wonderful Nan, tall, beautiful. Strong.
On the day she passed I admired my favorite artist at work with the orange sky.
In another direction the early evening offered the sunlit moon.
I grabbed my camera, because I love to capture and went off sunset hunting.
Some chase storms, I chase sunsets.
In this I thought of Rosie, and all of the sunsets she had seen in her life. Faithful. Constant.
I looked up to the hills where I saw the remnants of fire.
And that image was the one that struck me most.
Yes the world still turns, fiery sunsets faithfully happen and the same bright moon rises.
But the flame of Rosie lives on and burns in each of our hearts.
We live on with a wonderful legacy of how to do family well, of knowing how to celebrate, and an unconditional love which supported and accepted us all.
There is nowhere in the world I would have wanted to be last week other than Stourbridge.
So I flew home to be with my family.
Tears flowed as quickly as laughter came as this cycle found its way round many times.
I walked into Nan’s house and enjoyed catching up with her lifetime scattered throughout. I touched Nan’s stuff, those things, trinkets and ornaments and pictures that make Nan’s house what it is.
This time differently though, through the eyes of grief. I savored that moment.
And as we gathered to say goodbye, we did it as only our family could do. Close.
With my lovely brothers shouting shotgun as they got in the funeral car.
With my Mom admiring the flowers and not knowing that Nan was part of a cards club. Then realizing she was looking at another’s flowers.
With all the people, who you don’t see for years, but who played a beautiful part in our Rosie’s story.
As she did ours.
So here I am at 4am. Jetlag laughing at my confused state.
I soon flew home again. To be with my family.
Home – there’s no place like it right?
And now. The home of all homes.
The eternal destination or as Lewis puts it ‘the secret signature of the soul’.
I am sure of our heavenly home is within reach, the one we all journey towards – we glimpse – yet can’t quite grasp it. But our homesick hearts know it is there.
Until one day… when we will not only see it, but taste, feel, hear and experience it.
So, until then, I ask. ‘Your Kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven’.
Dedicated to Charlotte Rose Homer. My Nan.
“I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now…Come further up, come further in!” ― C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle.
Thank you for reading, you are loved,
21 thoughts on “Journeying Home”
Sorry for you loss,I can see thru your words as you tell of your Nan ,the love you have for her.Tuck those special memories close to your heart, she will be with you always.
Lynn! Thanks, it’s good to hear from you. Hope you’re feeling better. Missed you.
SO thankful you were able to go. Thought of you often this week dear one. LOVE.
Thanks my friend xo
What beautiful words to honour your beautiful Nan. Blessings on you and your family!!
Beautiful expressions of your heart – your words said and felt, say it all. Welcome home again.
Thank you Louise. Hope you are well.
happy that you could go back home to see your family and grieve your nan at this time, together with family is the only way to grieve, read your blog, loved it, told me of many things about you. it also brought back memories of my grandmother and of my dad. thanks michelle! ❤
thanks kerry xo
Michelle I know this time was one of sadness but once again you made me laugh out loud when I read about Sue admiring the card player’s flowers. Peace be with you all this Christmas xx
Thanks Sal. Peace to you and yours too… And yes. You can count on my Mom for laughter!
What a beautiful tribute to your nan Her memories will remain in your heart forever .God be your comfort .
Thank you Dora. God bless.
Michelle, your Nan’s story of her journey on earth has ended but the eternal sequel has begun…God’s story..You have dear memories to hold onto while God holds her presence. Take care.
Blessed assurance Janet.
Welcome home, Michelle! So glad you could go and be with your family, and say your goodbyes to a precious grandmother. You are so special!
Thank you Alvina
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