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2nd Annual Selina Phillips Day

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Today marks the second annual celebration of Selina Phillips day.

For the uninitiated, this woman is my paternal grandmother and quite possibly one of the kindest, most giving souls I have ever known in my lifetime.

Which makes today, which would have been her 91st birthday, a very bittersweet one for me and my family.

It also makes what I am about to say a little easier to get out, as I wondered what I was going to do to get through the day without succumbing to sadness.

For the past few weeks, I’d tell my wife that I would be about to speak ill of someone, or about to snap on someone at work, or in public, and out of nowhere, I’d hear her voice.  Sometimes I could hear her clearly, telling me what to do (or, what not to do).

Other times, however, it would be just sensing that she was watching me and that she wouldn’t be proud of what I was about to do or say.

And both would always be enough to alter my course at that moment.

I’m not going to pretend that I always hear her and that I’ve been perfect.  I don’t, and I’m not.

Sometimes I forget what her voice sounded like, and I wish I had recordings of her and my other grandparents.

But after getting The Boy and Wife off to school and work today and going back to bed, I woke back up for work and immediately, a conversation I had with one of my cousins back when we were kids popped into my head.

I can’t remember how it started or who initiated the argument, but somehow in it, I was telling one of them that, well, if Granny said it, it must be right.

Another cousin piped up.  “Well, Granny wasn’t always saved! Did you know that?  She smoked and drank and cussed just like everybody else!”

And I can’t remember my response to this, but I remember thinking then—and now—that the Granny I’d always known was the Granny I know now.

Selina Phillips found God in some form before I even existed in this world, and made every effort to make sure that I knew that God a) existed and b) that no matter what name you might call Him or Her by, that doing the work of the Lord was the reason that we were put here in the first place.

It is why all of my grandparents prayed over me—even my paternal grandfather, who I never knew as a religious man—when doctors told my parents that if I lived past a few weeks or into adulthood, I would be severely brain damaged or in a vegetative state.

(My mom might debate the finer points of the former with you.  But here we are. Lol)

She is why I still believe in angels, in miracles, in good people still existing on this Earth.

She embodied what I think the gospel is supposed to be about, and since I can’t manage to fit 91 random acts of kindness into today, I’ve pledged to fit them into the rest of this year.

I’m sure God’s infinite wisdom saw it fit to position her birthday a few days before the end of October and near the start of the “holiday” season, where gift giving and kindness is normal.

I’m happy to report that I’m off to a pretty good start, Granny.  5 down, 86 to go.

Maybe eventually I’ll be like you and people won’t be able to count them.

But until then,  we love and miss you dearly.  And I hope you’d be proud of me.


Written by aceviewblogger

October 20, 2015 at 9:56 pm

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