Please Help my unbelief

Please help my unbelief...Those are pretty strong words that keep repeating in my head.  Once again I was back over at my moms.  We got a chance to talk a little bit and I told her about this blog and told her that I want to also do some photo journaling as well.  This is our story, mostly hers, but since I am her daughter and will be the only surviving member of my family; I feel the need to tell this story.
This has made me very sad and has me doing some serious soul searching.

It was funny because as I mentioned that I wanted to take pictures.  My mom was coming out of the shower and said with a silly grin, she dramatically asked, " You want to take my picture right now?" we both chuckled.    I would like to report that something big happened today but nothing did.  I was asked, by my mom, to contact her friend Sue Thompson and update her on what was happening with the Doctor's appointment.

It always strikes me as funny that no matter what is going on in my life God puts people at the exact right moment to tell me things I need to hear.  This was my phone call with Sue Thompson; a dear friend of my moms and a sweet sister in Christ.  Sue is about the same age as my mom she has beautiful white hair that is cut short at the shoulders, rosey red cheeks and very pretty blue eyes.  she wears hats and looks absolutely adorable in them.    I felt like I was able to share my feelings, cried while talking on the phone with her and I felt a lot better.  I am thankful for Sue today.

 My mom called me later on in the day.  She was meeting with my sister-in-law Robin; she wanted to tell her in person what is going on.   She invited to me to come with them to lunch after she told her, but I graciously declined.  She has to have these moments to share with the people that she loves.  We agreed that she would call me back after she finished her visit.

Later on in the evening I thought about her and on my way to the grocery store to pick up the stuff I forgot to get earlier for dinner, I called her.  She said to me we have the ESPN going on we always joke about that ESP because there have been lots of times I will pick up the phone to call her and she was just thinking of me,  or just the opposite, I will be thinking of her and the phone rings.

When we were on the phone, I told her about Olivia talking on the phone with her, the night before.  She started to cry with  big tears rolling down her eyes but she continued to sound happy on the phone.  I asked Olivia later, why she didn't let grandma know she was crying and  she said,  she didn't want to sound sad for Grandma.  Such a brave, sweet little girl, who is only 11 years old.    I told our kids during the first two days.  Our oldest son, was the first to know and then I told each one at a time.  Olivia and Samantha are still digesting the news.  We have just spent the last 14 months mourning my father.

Brendon and Jacob Gill and Great Grandmother Judy Barnett

Today our youngest son, Brendon called; he has become a husband and father to a sweet little girl and newborn son born just last month.  He is planning on going to see grandma with his wife and kids this weekend.   He broke down and started to cry, sharing his feelings about his grandma.  I am glad he is going to make an effort to go see her.  I know she is going to be thrilled.  She needs to be encircled in love.