I'm back. Perhaps it was thought that I had a couple days go by where I had no blessings to count or things to be thankful for, but that's certainly not true. I have multiple things that are such each day and moment of life, it's the taking the time to acknowledge that sometimes gets left behind. From work to sick kids and homework and basketball, etc., lets just say time wasn't on my side.
So, I went missing for a couple days with my count because it's just been a crazy week. My car was making noises and oil lights were lit up (as well as the service engine soon light that had been lit for quite some time now) and I just wasn't looking forward to having to do car fixes. We were considering selling the truck for a bit and so I posted it on Facebook. The next day I went into my local Firestone Complete Auto Care and had an oil change and received the bad news about the noise. It was going to be quite an expensive job...and we still owe on it and it has 160+K miles on it. I spent a hundred bucks to see how bad or soon and it wasn't good news. We decided that it wouldn't do anyone a favor to sell it to a friend so we took it down and started looking for cars online. I test drove Tuesday and Wednesday nights in subzero temps and after hours of that had homework to do each night and work the next morning. Busy. Then what happened was that I fell in love with a Ford Edge. Used, but clean and low miles. Counting my blessings 8, I am thankful for a new, reliable, warrantied vehicle,
So in the middle of all this I had an amazing dream, absolutely lovely. My Mom came to visit in dreamland. We were at home and we were moving out. I had some onions for cooking...not sure what that was about and people were lined up for a sale of the things that we no longer wanted to keep. I was at first irritated until Inrealized that the people who were there were good friends, I especially remember Jim Remer being there. So details later, in the back seat of the vehicle that I just purchased (but hadn't purchased it yet in real life) sat me, behind the driver, Dad in the middle, and Mom on the other side. We knew she was gone in the dream, but she was also really real in the dream. She and Dad held hands and she smiled at him with such a big smile and she confirmed that the house is just a house, not a place where she is or that defines her and she wasn't staying behind, Mom will go with Dad wherever he finds himself. Counting my blessings 9, I am blessed to have had my Mom visit in my dreams, I am grateful that she sends us these messages as we continue to adapt to the changes that we find without her physical presence.
And as we are on the discussion of the house, as it turns out, my dream meant more than what we knew...an offer was accepted and the house has sold. While it has been difficult leaving after every visit and soaking in the memeories of the place I've called home for 20 years, I count my blessing 10 that I have those memeories, that we (family and friends) had the many experiences, it wasn't just a house in the past, it was a home that happened to house the best cook ever. I am grateful that I can share my message with my Dad as he prepares to leave forever. Such a great place and so many great times we had plus lots of hard work building it. My Grandpa Wally helped with the ceiling, a wonderful memory for Dad to have (I was there too). I helped my Dad with almost every room and specifically I remember building the fireplace, putting down the flooring, and building the bathroom. While it hurts to say goodbye, I count my blessings and I am grateful.
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