Archive for September, 2007

Jean Has Died But The Gene Lives On

Thursday, September 27th, 2007

Sadly, aunty Jean died peacefully at just 66 years of age. The third daughter of 10 children. She had suffered ill health these past couple of years. Aunty Jean was the biggest chatterbox to mankind (contrary to popular belief that it’s me or should that be Joanne?!) I was named after her except her name wasn’t Jean but Dorothy Jane but then names are never what they seem in my family – am I a ‘Smith’ or a ‘Smyth’ – will I ever find out? Watch this space. Aunty Jean was a larger than life character and champion for lost causes. But she lives on…..

I picked up my niece and nephew from school the other day and once in the car Lauren chatted all the way home telling me one tale after another. James once or twice started the tale but Lauren always took over. What caused me to cry?… At one point Lauren fell silent and James began…only for Lauren to say “James, please, let me speak.” James duly shut up and I cracked up. And so, aunty Jean lives on! She will be missed but not forgotten.

Lucy, my oldest friend at 92, has also died. You can read about Lucy in my homeless blog. Stoic. A true Brit. No one seems to know what being British means anymore. Lucy’s generation does. However, Lucy is part of a dying breed no longer recognising the Britain of today.

For both aunty Jean and Lucy they are now ‘home’. Jesus said, “I go to prepare a place for you, if it were not so, I would have told you.” Selah!Š

A Lot Happens In A Week….Or Two!

Thursday, September 27th, 2007

We all know you can be waiting ages for a bus then three come at once!  Well for me, life’s been trickling along like it does – the ‘summer’ holidays came and didn’t seem to go … both Stuart and Alex finished their courses by the end of May this year and never seemed to be going back until – middle of September they both have to be off, one to Uni the other to college.  Not only that, Peter’s sabatical from preaching ended and he was due to preach two Sundays in a row at a church in Cheshire.  So, one Sunday we travelled down to Altrincham where Peter preached a sermon about Job then bombed it up the motorway to Preston to register Alex and settle her in her accommodation.  Mums and daughters around us were hugging and crying – I asked Alex if she’d miss me and she told me she would – if I left…. so we left her.  She’s in her second week now and loving it handling reptiles and rodents without a care in the world.  Also, on Monday she strated her work experience at a local vets and thought observing a rabbit’s op., was “cool.”

 Stuart is also enjoying his course.  He’s commuting, which is ok but expensive so he’s looking to move out … I’m looking to revamp his room!  He has Wed off(?) Also, on Tues his assignment was to stay in Southport taking photos – how tough is that?

 Still, how wonderful for them and how lovely for Peter and I to see the plans put in place last year be realised this year.  Alex commented the other day that we’d prayed about this and put it before God and He had allowed it to happen.  It reminds me of the Proverb “Man makes his plans but God directs His path.”