If you've been reading Life with Lynnie (LwL) entries for any amount of time, you may be aware that the 10th of each month, is a memorable time for me.
About 12:30 a.m. is when my husband, Gordon was officially pronounced dead. After been given a morphine IV to mask any pain, and having his life support system fully removed, his life ended. That was two and a half (2 1/2) years ago, this very day.
Please understand, I've been trying with everything inside me, to not focus on the past. I've made every effort to leave the past, in the past. And, move forward with my life.
One of the main problems for me, is that I cannot figure out how to do this!
No amount of prayer, seems to have provided a response from God, to help me with it. Of course, friends have told me that grief usually lasts about five (5) or more years. No! I recall saying to my friend J, who sold me Gordon's and my cemetary plot.
Back then, when she first told me this, I felt like I couldn't handle the thought. Even today, I feel the same. But, the truth is, God has helped me through each and every day, since I first lost Gordon. And, I'm grateful, for I know I couldn't have made it, without my Lord.
Of course, today's date is special to many in the world today, for a different reason.
Today, marks the 100th anniversary of the date when RMS Titanic, began her first sailing. White Star Line's unsinkable ship left Southampton, England enroute to New York City, USA.
In case you'd like to read more about this topic, I'm including a couple of links for you to peruse:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RMS_Titanic and http://www.titanic.ie/
For my grandma from N. Ireland, it was a memorable day. She had passage booked on this ship.
Shortly after her dad had been found murdered, she made the decision to leave N. Ireland, and was heading out to make a new life for herself. Being just 18 years of age, and moving forward in this endeavour alone, taking steps to create a new life for herself, it seems to me, she was a young woman of courage.
She told how she arrived at the port, that I can only presume to be Cobh (previously Queensland) Cork, Ireland to embark. Much to her dismay, she had arrived later than planned. She could not board the ship and sat crying on her trunk.
Not being a woman of any financial status, we can presume that she would have had booked one of the lesser-priced accommodations. Probably third (3rd) class; steerage. At a later date, she was happy she had indeed not embarked on that ship's maiden voyage. I would hazard a guess, that had my grandma become a passenger aboard the HMS Titanic, she probably would not have survived.
Eventually, she sailed to Quebec City, where she began her new life, in Canada.
Of course, had my grandma been aboard HMS Titanic and had she died, I wouldn't be here, today! lol Some might think this is good, while others, not. But, one thing is for sure.
God's will is always done. Always.
Until next time...
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