A Good Day for memories

It has been 4 years since she chose to leave this world. The pressures she must have been under, we will not know. Her relationship with my Family and our Grandma was (and still may be) criticized and her family has over the years tried to hide and deny that any such relationship existed. But they cannot erase memories, they cannot erase conversations, visits, they all really happened. And because it all really happened her memory will not be forgotten. I enjoy going to her grave and talking to her, it brings up memories of reconciliation, some laughter, serious conversations, and even sorrow. I am so grateful she chose to come and see Grandma Lenore, to talk with my sister, myself, and her aunt my mum. I will never forget that afternoon when my Mum received the phone call. It was heart-stopping, she called my sister and me and we rushed home, we remembered the last time a few years before when Jetta was in the hospital for an overdose. (Though that time our families were still on speaking terms). We decided to see how we could be of help. Our wanting to be of help and comfort was taken and later twisted into some kind of warped stalking. My mum and I drove to the hospital and my sister went to her oldest sister's house. From my sister's narrative, Jetta's oldest sister at first denied it, but after a social media post that had been sent by a concerned family friend posted by Prissy was shown to her, she told my sister the truth. Alisa went to the hospital. We thought of getting Grandma Lenore, (one of my life's regrets) but thought that surely they would allow her to see Jetta at a later time (which in a phone call Jetta's husband at the time stated she could but then renigged and my Grandma never got to say goodbye). We were able to say our goodbye's as Jetta was still on a ventilator in the ICU. We asked the nurse if she could hear us and the nurse said, "I like to believe they can." And that is what I believe that Jetta knew we were there. I have faith that, now she is on the other side, she understands my family's good intentions. Though her family talks bad and makes fun of mine to this day and they do everything they can to disparage mine, she knows the truth. That we made a dinner for Scott and his kids, that Scott gave us permission to go to the graveside service (even though John Buckmaster and Bob Burns tried to threaten us at the cemetery) and her brother Guy came after his Aunt using F-bombs and even Scott going back on his word. When the Police Officer was there we were able to stay and get the pictures Grandma Lenore had asked us for, We also were able to contribute to the luncheon and Grandma's Flower arrangement was set with the others. In the end, Heavenly Father provided a way for our good intentions to come to pass. I to this day wish Jetta would have seen another way instead of ending her life, but I am grateful for Christ's atonement and for the knowledge that we will get to see her again. I am also grateful for an all omnipotent God who knows our thoughts, our deeds, the intent of our words, our intentions, and most of all our hearts. The game my uncle and those who have chosen to also be a part failed because life isn't a game, it isn't a dream, it is about a refiner's fire. Yes, I did say somethings out of anger for the lies they have told against the family and the secrets they will have to take to the grave, but in the end, I can only repeat what I have said before, We all have to face God and he will be, as my cousin Becky put it, the one to settle this. Because settled it will be, in this life, I can only continue to work on forgiving them. My family is continuing to live life to it's fullest as we have always done and we will continue to honor Jetta. How I miss you cuz.