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  • Sandy Turner: For everything there is a season

  • With one of my daughters just three weeks from her due date, I’m on high alert. To make sure I don’t miss the event, I’ve even started sleeping with the cell phone next to my head.

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  • With one of my daughters just three weeks from her due date, I’m on high alert. To make sure I don’t miss the event, I’ve even started sleeping with the cell phone next to my head.
    When it started ringing in the middle of the night I instantly sat straight up in bed, ready to step into my role as grandma. When the caller ID said it was the nursing home, I answered as an anxious daughter.
    I’m not sure if it’s a law for nursing homes or just a courtesy, but the call was to tell me Dad had fallen, but was OK. That was certainly great news, but I could have waited until morning to hear it. For the next several hours, every time I opened my eyes the clock reminded me only five minutes had passed.
    It’s strange to experience so many different levels of emotions at the same time. Dad seems to be deteriorating at an even faster rate than ever before, while both of my daughters are on the brink of bringing new lives into my world. I’m happy, I’m sad, excited, yet dreading the phone call that won’t be good news about Dad.
    Having “accidents” more frequently, Dad needed some extra sets of clothes. His polyester pants he was always so fond of have been replaced with jogging pants. After filling the cart with his essentials, I wandered over to the baby department.
    Ever since my oldest was married 10 years ago I’ve been whining about wanting to be a grandma. Who knew both daughters would get pregnant with their first child at the same time. I’m so excited, it’s hard not to buy two of everything that has the word “grandma” on it. Standing in the middle of an aisle full of bibs, blankets and burp cloths, while staring at a cart full of jogging pants Dad would never wear if he was in his right mind, one of my favorite Bible verses came to mind.
    I don’t always stop and listen when God is trying to tell me something, but this time I got it. “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance.” It’s the cycle of life, and if Dad could, I’m sure he would tell me to enjoy this time of wonderment of new life and not let sadness overshadow happiness.
    It’s unfortunate he won’t have the opportunity to know them, although I’m sure his two great-grandsons will pick up right where he left off.
    Page 2 of 2 - Sandy Turner is a writer for The Examiner. Email sandydownhome@hotmail.com or write in care of The Examiner, 410 S. Liberty St., Independence, Mo. 64050.
     
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