A tribute to Annbjorg

Sometimes

Sometimes someone touches your life in small ways, you never though mattered.
Perhaps it was their friendly smile, happy out look, or maybe it was something they said.

Sometimes you think of them, out of the blue, when you are doing something they taught you, or maybe eating a snack they told you about. You smile.

Sometimes your life gets busy, and maybe you think about things that really don't matter, in the whole scheme of things.

Then, sometimes, you get news that that one person, who to you, personified goodness and light, is not well, and you worry, and wonder why? Why her? Such a wonderful person.

Later, you get news that she is terminally ill, and maybe, just maybe she will make it to Christmas to enjoy the love of her family and watch her grandson play, just a little bit longer.

Finally, you get news that she has passed. That a bright shining light, with a wonderful spirit has passed on, and a huge wave of sadness over takes you. There is no reconciling it.

You just know that yet another wonderful person has been released from her pain, and will now soar with the angels. And you are left here, without her love.

But, then, you get it. You know that she isn't really gone. She's left a permanent reminder to you, and a stamp on your heart, telling you that there ARE good people, and they may not be around so long, so if you can tell them that you love them, and that they mean so much to you, you should.


Sometimes we get caught up in the small stuff, and we don't take our lives with deep breaths, and realize that life is short, and we need to embrace those that love us, and surround ourselves with good hearted people, who do indeed enrich our lives.


There should really be no "sometime" Annbjorg has taught me this. NEVER get caught up in pessimism. Drop it like a hot coal. It will do you no good, and you will be blind to all the goodness of the others who truly shine brightly.

I am so sorry Annbjorg. All of us will so miss you and your smile. We will always remind Jacob, your grandson, of how special you were, and are, in our hearts.

-Julie