Seeing Angels

  • By Trish Berg
  • July 13, 2011
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Struggling with loads of laundry, clutter in the kitchen and chaos in your life? Stress can easily steal our joy. Trish Berg reminds us to simplify the small stuff and find Joy in the Journey. There are some people in this world who see the good in me, the best of who I am. They see me for who I want to be more than who I am at the moment. I like to be around those people. They make me feel better about myself, and I think they even make me a better me. I am sure you have those people in your life as well. The people who, when you are around them, make you feel really good about yourself. You feel beautiful (or handsome for the gentlemen out there), kind, loving and well loved. These are the angels in your life, and you should let them know what they mean to you while you have time with them this side of Grandma Brillhart was one of my angels. She went home to be with the Lord in 2008, but her legacy lives on many lives, including mine. She was the grandma I inherited when I married Mike, and I am so thankful that I had nearly twenty years with her in my life. Grandma Brillhart loved to play marbles and Euchre, but hated when we forced her to play Uno Spin. She was one of the most outgoing and active people I ever met and was always sitting in bleachers watching this great-grandchild or that one play sports, sing, or graduate from something. And when she got up in years and the bleachers were not possible, she sat in the front of a minivan in the outfield or on the sidelines to cheer them on. I have so many memories from my years with Grandma Brillhart, from late night Euchre games to baking gingerbread cookies with her at Christmastime so she could give them to the world. But one of my fondest memories of being with her is folding laundry. I am not a laundry fan. Never have been. Never will be. Yet with four children, we always have laundry at various stages in our home. Every time Grandma Brillhart was at our home for supper or Euchre, she would ask if I had laundry to fold. Well, of course I did. So once supper was over, and Euchre was played, and the rest of my family went off to bed, Grandma Brillhart and I would sit in the family room and watch something silly on TV and fold laundry together. Most of all, we would talk, or rather I would talk and she would listen. She listened intently to all of my problems, stresses and woes, and she always put things in proper perspective. By the time I drove Grandma home around midnight, I felt loved, relaxed and at peace with the chaotic world around me. I feel very selfish when it comes to Grandma Brillhart. I know she touched many lives, but she made me feel like I was the most important person to her. I think she did that with everyone she loved, and that was her gift. Grandma Brillhart was one of my angels. She saw the good in me, the best of who I am, and because of her unconditional love, she helped me to become better. I thought about Grandma last night when I was driving home from Buehlers and the tears came flowing down. I miss her terribly, and even more, I miss who I was when I was with her. She made me a better person, and I can only hope to hold onto the person she helped me to become for the rest of my years. And maybe, just maybe, I can become an angel to someone else. Catch up with Trish at www.TrishBerg.com


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