This blog started on Easter Sunday visiting the church in Corbin - where Jason had his missionary farewell and Tanya sang this song. I can't list all of the pivotal and life-changing experiences that took place in this church. I was visiting there for the blessing of my great-granddaughter, Madelyn Rae. She is the first great-grandchild just like her mother, Amber Rae, was the first grandchild, and Amber's mother, Tanya Rae, was my first child. I was sitting in my seat pondering on the cycle of life and watching the rest of my family come into the church. Amber's husband, Rusty, her brothers: Cameron, Alex, Brandon, Austin (Tanya's sons) all tall and grown up. Amber is short like her mother who had died in 2008. I worked to hold the tears back. This was a joyous occasion but I could not stop thinking about the bitter-sweet memories.
Jason, my son walked in with his wife, Kelsee, and their daughter Haley. As usual I felt peace and comfort as I saw them. They are like anti-anxiety meds to me - really. Anyhow, he sat down, turned around, and said: "Mom, where's my house?" For a minute I was speechless which is very unusual for me. And Jason continued: "That's where I grew up! I lived there longer than anywhere else - and it is gone."
Then I remembered that I hadn't told him that the big white 100+ year old house on 3rd Street in Corbin apparently burned down a year or so ago. It hadn't seemed that important to me. From my perspective lots of really hard things happened during those years we lived in that house. I remember the exhaustion I felt as I worked around 60 hours a week, trying to be a good mother to the kids who were teenagers, and caring for my husband, their father, Roger as he struggled to live with Huntington's Disease. So, I'll be honest, I wasn't too upset to see that the house on 3rd Street was gone.
|Tanya and Jason|
Clearly late in the 1980's
in Corbin, Kentucky
|Jason's Eagle Court of Honor|
in Corbin, Kentucky 1991