As we continue our series today, Beautifully Human...
We focus on the beauty of humans and the power in their stories…
Through telling their stories we hope to connect this world. To spread strength, love, and humanity...
To show a common thread of beautiful humans…
This week we go to Asheville, North Carolina with Lindsay Phipps to hear her incredible story...
I met Lindsay through her husband on a weekend visit to Asheville years ago. What I remember is how sweet of a person she is. Very welcoming and easy to get along with.
Let’s all be beautifully human…
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Lindsay Phipps / Asheville, North Carolina
Tell me a story that shaped your life…
- My great-grandmother died in 2013. We didn’t have a particularly close relationship. That isn’t to say that I didn’t love her, we just weren’t best friends or anything. When she passed, I don’t even remember if I cried until her funeral. And even then, it wasn’t until the old out-of-tune piano whined out the first few measures of “Amazing Grace” that the tears began to flow.
I had lost my faith many years before that, but there was just something about being in that stuffy little church in the middle of nowhere East Tennessee, surrounded by family and friends who loved my Mamaw that moved me more than any amount of faith could.
My Uncle Johnny (now also laid to rest) read an anecdote at Mamaw’s funeral. The basic was idea was that things in life don’t always go as planned, but we should all carry on. The final line of the story was “life isn’t fair, but it’s still good.”
He said the story reminded him of Mamaw because she had carried on for 98 years, and surely she had experienced the injustice of this world but was too stubborn to let go until she absolutely had to. She loved her family too much to leave this world without us knowing how blessed we are to have each other.
My husband and I had moved to Asheville, NC a few months before her passing, and I was miserable.
The move had not been kind to me and I was having a really hard time finding my footing. I’d never really experienced feelings of anxiety or depression until then.
When Mamaw died, I was still having trouble adjusting to the move and my newfound mental health concerns. I was homesick, even though home was only an hour over the mountain. So when my mom and grandmother asked me to help clear out Mamaw’s condo I didn’t hesitate. I went over to help a couple of times and every time I was told to take anything I wanted because everything in the house was going to be donated.
I took a few things here and there, mostly because I felt guilty for not spending more time with Mamaw near the end. The very last time I was in her house, I was walking out of the kitchen and noticed a small decorative plate hanging on the wall. That plate had probably hung in that same spot my entire life but I’d never noticed it until that moment. The plate had a little girl surrounded by cats and written below: “Count your blessings, not your troubles.” For some reason, this little plate spoke to me on a level I didn’t know existed. I grabbed it off the wall and brought it home.