CHRISTMAS WITH GOD

The Best Christmas Present
Today is a sad day at the Gordon house. It is the 5th anniversary of Jeff’s mothers death. It was an unexpected thing that none of us was ready for. But lets face it , who is ever ready for something like that. I’m very thankful that I had a mother-in-law like her. She treated me like her very own daughter and I thought of her as a mother. She loved keeping the boys and spoiling them rotten. And she loved all of her family. Debbie went to have a procedure to improve her life but the day she was to go home she had some complications and did not recover. On December 9, 2003 she received the best Christmas gift that any of her family could have given her. For you see, Debbie is in heaven, where she has no more pain, no more worries and no more sadness. I wish she was still here but I know she is so better off and that it is selfish that I would wish her back her. I just want her to be here to see her grandkids again, to take a trip to Wal-Mart, go to her house to eat pizza and just to hear her voice again. You know life is short and we don’t have as much time here as we may think . So our actions and words need to be said and done with ease. We never know that what we say to someone might be our last. Treat everyday like it’s your last. Hug and Kiss your kids and make sure that they know you love them.

Carre B Gordon

Today is a date in history that I wish I could forget. December 9, 2003 was the day that the Lord took my mother home. I guess he thought her job was done here and who am I to question him. He’s a lot smarter than me. People always say “It will get easier”. Can I tell you something, it doesn’t get easier. It seems to get harder. Another thing people always seem to say is “I know how you feel”. Can I tell you something else; they don’t know how you feel. I know people are just trying to make a grieving person feel better but it’s the truth. They don’t know how I feel nor will I know how it feels for someone else to lose their mother. The circumstances are always different. My mother died when she was 46 years of age. I only had 25 years of my life to spend with her. Some people get more time and then some people get less, so the circumstances are always different. My mom was the greatest person I knew. She suffered through a divorce and still raised and cared for two children the best way she could. I was never able to get the latest pair of Nike’s but we always had shoes and a nice house that she probably couldn’t afford. But she did so because she loved her kids. My mom was the one that taught me and Jesus dying for me. She taught me that when I became a man and a father that the most important job that I would have would be to my wife and children. I think the Lord puts us in certain families to show us, when we become adults, what to do and not what not to do. I always remember those late night trips she would take to Wal-Mart. Her and my grandmother were best friends. They lived almost next to each other. You could look out my grandmother’s window and see our house. I think my grandmother liked that so she could keep an eye on us. Well maybe it was to keep an eye on me. A person never really knows what they have until it is gone. I remember Christmas morning she would always make cinnamon rolls for us to eat after we opened presents. Today, our house continues that tradition. There were times when she went without something so we could have things we probably didn’t need. When we had Langdon, she would come over on Christmas morning with what else but cinnamon rolls!!! She called the boys her “Lovebugs”. I’m not sure where it comes from, but that was her pet name for her boys. When we started having children, she did everything she could do to help out with them. She never went to the store without bringing something home for them. They loved her more than anything in the world. We still pass by her old house on the way to my grandmothers and the boys would say “That’s where gandma lives”. I know a spelt grandma wrong, but that’s exactly the way they said, with no ‘r’. During her last couple of years on this earth, she was not doing very well. She worked at a factory. At times she couldn’t even stand up. Why did she go?? For her kids and Lovebugs. At times she had to sit down because her feet would be swollen so bad she couldn’t walk. Why did she go?? For her kids and Lovebugs. If you don’t get anything else out of this, get this; be grateful for the ones that care for you. There will be a day when you will turn around and they will gone. Make today a day to go tell your husband, wife, mother, father, sister, brother, or any other family member I haven’t named, “I love you and appreciate everything you have done and sacrificed for me.”

Jeff W Gordon