Four Generations

Today Nya and I went with my mom to help plant flowers at my grandparents gravesite in Rexdale; something my mom has done every year since their passing.

I use to go with my mom as a young girl and even at times when I got older.

I have memories of my mom and I kneeling on the ground, pulling weeds, edging the stone, tossing the soil, planting the flowers and watering everything once completed.  We would reminisce about by nana and relive memories and stories together as we worked.

Unfortunately, I never got to meet my mom's dad as he passed away from a heart attack when Jenn (my older sister) was just 3.

My mom was over this week and asked if I wanted to go to the gravesite with her today to help her plant. I haven't been in years as I've always worked when she wanted to go.

Piling myself,  Sweet Pea, Nya and my mom in the car, we headed off to the gravesite bright and early.

Pulling up to the site, it was just as I had remembered it.

Hand in hand with Nya,  we strolled through the grounds looking for my grandparents stone as my mom unloaded the car with garden tools.

My heart became heavy as we stood in front of the overgrown stone.  Standing there with my two girls, I couldn't help but feel sad that my nana never got the chance to meet them nor did my girls have the privallge of knowing my Nan.

She was a wonderful, wonderful woman. A woman of great faith who had accepted Jesus as Lord and Saviour of her life.

My mom joined us shortly after when it suddenly hit me......

Standing in one spot was 4 generations of women; grandmother, mother, daughter and two great grand daughters. Wow!!!!

I felt a sense of appreciation.  If it wasn't for my grandmother, my mother would never have been, nor myself or any of my two girls.

God had a plan for each of us long before creation.  He knew who we would be, the women we'd become and the impact each of our lives would make.

Just as God says in His word, we are all appointed a time to live and to die. Our lives are really nothing but a vapour; here one second, gone the next.

It got me thinking; what kind of legacy do I want to leave behind?  What kind of woman, daughter, sister, wife, mom and friend do I want to be remembered as?

I want my girls to remember me as a woman of faith, dedication, love, patience, sacrifice and servant hood.  I want to leave a legacy behind that will impact the lives of my kids, their kids and their kids kids for generations and generations to come; should the Lord tarry sooner.

Here are some picutres of our afternoon together. Sweet Pea got in on the pictures as well. He he