Good morning everyone. It’s looking a little gloomy here in Clarksville, but otherwise I’m in a less than gloomy type of mood. I get to talk to you all this early. I hope you all are also doing well.
Last night, I treated myself to a warm epsom salt bath. It was much needed because 80 percent of the time at my job I am on my feet doing one task after another. You can imagine how worn out I feel after work and what I’m feeling in my lower back during a 12 hour shift. I will definitely have to do this more often.
Last Thursday in Charlotte North Carolina, I was given the distinct honor of singing at the funeral of my grandmother Mary Roland. The song I sang was “It Is Well With My Soul”. It was a fitting song choice, because inspite of my grandmother passing and me not knowing her that well, I took great comfort knowing that she lived a long life. She lived to be 93 years old, a few years short of a hundred, said the preacher giving her eulogy. I see people in my age range having their lives yanked away all too often. That’s disheartening. Anything past 90 and beyond is what I would consider a blessing. During her lifetime she was blessed with 3 sons and 3 daughters; 23 grandchildren; and 47 great-grandchildren; and 7 great-great grandchildren. Reminds me of how a great nation came out of Abraham, the forefather of the Hebrews.
I found out that Grandma and I had something in common. Like me, she worked in a hospital in the Food and Nutrition Department. According to her obituary, she was a dietitian for 35 years at Charlotte Memorial Hospital. Over 3 decades of hospital work. She was definitely as hard a worker as I am. I heard she loved to cook as well, which I imagine my mother got her love for cooking from.
During my visit in Charlotte, I learned a bit about my grandfather Roy Roland as well. According to my Aunt Regina, Grandpa, like me, was a stutterer. “But he could sing his ass off,” she said. In fact, quite a few family members on my mother’s side also have/had speech impediments. There is absolutely nothing wrong with me. It’s simply hereditary. If I do have any children and they somehow end up with a stutter, I will simply encourage them as my family has all my life.
I rarely get a chance to visit Charlotte, North Carolina. It was so beautiful visiting relatives and busting out old photo albums full of years and years of family history. Too often, people forget their history; their roots. Never lose track of family.
God rest the soul of my grandmother Mary Magaline Springs Roland.♥️ I pray we can see each other and grow close should we both enter God’s kingdom when Christ returns.
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Do you ever get stage fright when it comes to singing and what not how do you deal with it if you do…
Wow I agree to here that long is most indeed a blessing in so many ways, how unique to see that even in not knowing all that much you share so much in common with your ancestors, such loving energy in this post great stuff as always 👍
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I get butterflies before I go up to sing before my church. It helps if I say a prayer before.