People at the We Are One Celebration Concert on Sunday January 18, 2009. Lincoln Memorial.
Singing: One Love
People at the We Are One Celebration Concert on Sunday January 18, 2009. Lincoln Memorial.
Singing: One Love
Maybe you’ve already seen this, maybe not. Either way let me know what you think.
If I see anybody wearing a wedding dress and they aren’t getting married…..I will talk about you.
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Sis. Melville called me last week because she didn’t see me in church. She had to leave a message because I didn’t recognize the number so I didn’t answer the phone.
I went through my saved messages so I could delete them and guess what??? I saved her message. It scared me at first when I heard it, but then I felt relief. I kept trying to remember exactly what she said and I couldn’t. Now I know.
So tell me why I haven’t typed a thing since last week. In fact the first time I even looked at another blog was last night. I made sure it wasn’t someone I knew personally because I wasn’t in the mood to read anything sad. Just in case.
One week ago I was still excited from my trip to D.C. I was actually still asleep at this time because I took a vacation day. By the end of the day I was told Mrs. Georgia Melville had a stroke, was rushed to the hospital, and had to have surgery. Okay. I can deal with that. People have strokes every day, surgery, and therapy. Then they go back to work, or work part-time, or something. The point is…they go on.
Unfortunately by Friday the doctors had a different story for Ms. Melville. I couldn’t even keep it together at church this weekend. I am so glad I had to attend a child’s birthday lunch. You see there’s nothing like kids to keep you focused. One of my girlfriends chose not to celebrate her birthday last weekend with a big anything. This wasn’t because of Melville, she chose that before. I think God allows things to happen and we don’t know why until after. If she had planned a big party would we have been in the mood? What would we have talked about?
Friday after work I went to the hospital where she was. By the end of the night there were soooooo many people there. The nurses in ICU were so nice to us. We were way past visiting hours but they still let people go and see her. Saturday afternoon we got a call saying she had passed away. I didn’t want to believe it. So I don’t think I did until last night.
Tell me why I had to send an email to a (past) youth federation list about the funeral arrangements. I think that made it real to me. Last night was the first night I woke up about 5 times. I couldn’t get comfortable. I kept waking up seeing her in my mind. In the hospital, at church, at rehearsal.
Tell me why she called me last weekend because she didn’t see me in church. I hadn’t told her I was going out of town. So she leaves a message for me: This is Sis. Melville. Just calling because I didn’t see you in church this week. Hope everything is well. I’ll talk to you later.
I smiled and thought: When I see her this week I’ll tell her where I was.
Tell me why.