Devastation: Left Behind

After arriving in Tennessee…I was once again left behind.  We were in a new place, my Mom had to start a new life, find a new job, and house, and it was just too difficult to take me along.

It is just temporary she said, just like when she dropped me off at Aunt Wilma’s.

I ended up living with my grandparents for about a year before she ever came back for me.  She would visit of course, but even though I begged her to take me with her, she just couldn’t ever take me.

I loved my grandparents, and like my aunt before them, they did everything they could to try to keep me happy (including dancing around the kitchen together and signing a song that said something about froggy and he could ride).  They did their best, but I was always worried about my mother and wanting to be with her.  I had taken care of her for so long, it was difficult to be on my own without her at nine-years-old.


This is an on-going story of my life and some of the childhood adversities that I faced.  If you would like to start at the beginning of my tale, please read Four-year-old and Mother Survive Bludgeoning by River Rock, or go to the Childhood category and start at the bottom.


Grandma and Grandpa used to send me to church when the church bus came around. They never went with me, but always sent me alone.  New places, where I knew no one- great times!  However, I did learn about Jesus and his sacrifices.  This is also the time that my paternal Aunt and grandmother bought me this picture (above) which depicted two children crossing a scary bridge but with a guardian angel protecting them.  This helped me to believe that Jesus would also always stand by and protect me.  Many times in the future I would look up to this picture and pray for Jesus to protect me and my mother…but that’s another story.

When my mother finally got settled (and a new boyfriend), she decided to take me back, so that we could be a family.  I was so grateful to finally be back with my mother, but how long would this happiness last…
Devastation


Do you have any pictures that meant a lot to you?  Did you ever ride the church bus to church, and how was it for you?


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2 thoughts on “Devastation: Left Behind

  • March 29, 2017 at 2:27 am
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    My grandmother has that print in her home. It brings me a sense of comfort as well. Really inspired by your blog. Amazing that you’re taking your pain and making it into something that heals. Not just for you but others, too. <3

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    • March 29, 2017 at 4:11 am
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      Thank you so much Anna. The picture brought me a sense of comfort and hope in bad times. I’m glad my blog has inspired you. It is my hope that it will help people and show them that they can overcome as well. =) Thank you for commenting, it’s very encouraging for me to receive these comments!

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