Thursday, September 26, 2013

A Tribute To My Granny

One year ago today, my family lost a wonderful mother and grandmother. Even though 365 days have passed since Granny passed away, it still feels like it was yesterday. She is greatly missed by all of us. There will always be a place in our hearts where she touched and molded our lives. There's nothing I can say here that would do her life or legacy justice. So, I'm going to post photos and different things honoring her here.
































I had the honor of writing and giving the eulogy at Granny's funeral last year. It appears below. 

Eulogy
Shelby Fay Hollingsworth Dawkins passed away September 26th in her home at the age of 76. She was born February 9th, 1936 to Stillman and Eva Hollingsworth in Reform, Alabama. She was married to the late Clyde Dawkins for 52 years and both were members of the Higginson First Baptist Church. She was preceded in death by her parents, husband, a son named Jerry Dawkins, and a brother named Jerry Hollingsworth. She is survived by a son, Terry Dawkins, his wife Jennifer Dawkins, their children Jordyn and Evans Dawkins of Searcy; a daughter, Eva Dawkins Boyles, her husband Roger Boyles, their children Courtney and Nathan Boyles of Higginson; another son, David Dawkins and a grand dog she adored named Max of Searcy. She also leaves behind three brothers and three sisters, Douglas Hollingsworth of Gordo, Alabama, Don Hollingsworth of Auburn, Alabama, Bill Hollingsworth of Tuscaloosa, Alabama, Pat Hollingsworth of Higginson, Betty Owens of Foley, Alabama, and Jeanette Nowell of Kosciusko, Mississippi. 

My Pawpaw and Granny instilled many great qualities in their children and grandchildren. Among those were to be hardworking which we learned by getting paid a nickel for every stick or tree limb we collected from the yard before Pawpaw would mow. We learned to be disciplined which Nathan may have had a harder time learning. He had more meetings with the fly swatter, bar of soap to the mouth, and even a chase around the kitchen with a house shoe. We learned to be compassionate & selfless. When I became very ill with my heart condition and couldn't afford my medications and treatments, Granny sacrificed what little she had to make sure I had the proper care. We learned to be grateful for everything we're blessed with. As she often reminded Evans, she didn't have a tv to watch growing up, let alone an iPod or video games and most the time didn't have running water in the house (which he was shocked to hear). We learned not to value possessions, but to cherish family. Our family is the definition of a loving and caring family. We always loved to gather at Granny & Pawpaw's house for holidays, dinners, or even just snapping peas until our fingers turned purple. Growing up, her children never wanted for anything. My mom once said that all their clothes were homemade and never store bought. She said that their family was considered "dirt poor", but she and her three brothers never knew it. My Papaw and Granny created very rich lives for everyone they loved. They were both wonderful examples of love and devotion. 

Not too long ago, Granny asked me if I remembered something she and I had done or places we visited when I was a kid. I couldn't remember what she was talking about. She said, "I did all those things with you when you were little to create memories for after I'm gone and you've already forgotten them all!" As frustrating as that was for her, I do remember the most important things which I learned from her example. I remember all the lessons she taught me, even up to the very end when she fought her toughest battle with dignity and grace. As a child, I'd tell her that I was going to move to California and be a writer. We made plans to move there together so she could be my typist. She was always great with shorthand and typing. She told me several times that if she couldn't have been a housewife, she'd loved to have been a secretary. She encouraged all of us to live our happiest lives wherever that meant to lead us: Nathan as an artist, Jordyn as a recreational therapist, and Evans as a "cooker" one week or maybe a "magician" the next. 

While she may not be here to bake us her legendary peanut butter icing cake for our birthdays, cheer us on at our ballgames, recount the love story which was hers and Pawpaw's, or even attend our own weddings or graduations-- I know that she is in Heaven with the loved ones that have gone on before and the angels who are rejoicing at her homecoming. We'll miss you greatly Granny and look forward to the time when we're all reunited. 




Thursday, September 19, 2013

Sticks and Stones

Lately, I've been thinking about how much our words hurt each other. I've had the nasty habit of name calling when I get upset. I don't necessarily call Micah a nasty word, but I have been known to say things like, "You're being a jerk," etc. I've learned that this is the same as name calling. It's something I'm working on and have actually improved upon. But back to where I was going before I incriminated myself.

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I remember being 15 and in high school sitting at lunch with my group of friends. Mostly, these friends were ones I'd made from my church youth group. We'd all grown up together. I guess you could say that we all knew what buttons to push when we were upset with one another. I remember one particular day, one of my guy friends was upset with me. As he stood to put away his tray, he called me a pig. For an average teen girl, that would be bad enough. For me, it was even worse. I mean, it is 15 years later and I STILL remember it. From that day on, I made a vow that I would never again allow another person to see me eat. I figured if somebody wanted to call me a name, it could not be "pig." Silly as this was, I managed to follow through with it for the most part through sophomore year of college. In retrospect, I realize this could almost be classified as a form of an eating disorder. I snuck around and took over the counter trucker speed. I was determined to not be a "pig" ever again. That one little word did so much harm.

Years later, when I was about 26 or so, I was living in Little Rock and working at American Eagle while recovering from one of my heart surgeries. I had dinner plans with a friend, but he asked me to stop downtown so he could run a quick errand first. I obliged, and dropped him off while I parked on the street. One of his friends who was outside leaned into my car window and said, "You're really pretty. You know, for a big girl." No, you know what, I don't know. How is that even a compliment?! Did this individual not think how his words could impact me? Again, that was years ago, but I still remember it. I didn't even know this guy, but it still bothers me. I have no idea why.

Around the same time, I was dating a guy who we'll refer to as "Adam". My relationship with Adam ended shortly after he compared me to a dented can of corn at the grocery store. (When you pick up a can of corn, see that it is dented, then put it back on the shelf and get a regular one. In this scenario, my heart condition was the dent in my can). This guy was clearly an idiot. But for some reason, I still think of myself from time to time as a dented can of food. When I buy canned goods, I always buy the dented ones now. Really, I do. So weird.

I guess I should get to the point of my PSA. Words hurt. We should all think carefully before we let things spew from our mouths, myself included. If for some reason my words have ever hurt you, I encourage you to let me know so that I can seek your forgiveness. Often, things we say can hurt someone as much as punching them. You never really know how long someone will hold onto what you say or how it will impact their lives. So, if you're reading this, then I'm challenging you to speak nicer to those around you. Control your tongue when you're upset. Think before allowing anything to come out. We can work on it together.

I know the tone of this post is a little different from most of my posts. I appreciate the outlet to vent my thoughts, share my experiences, and connect with readers. More light hearted stuff coming soon! :)

Thursday, September 12, 2013

A Letter To My Teenage Self

Recently, I've talked to a couple teens who are struggling with the ins and outs of being in high school. I almost caught myself saying what I had heard thousands of times as a teen which was, "Enjoy it now because it is the best time of your life." Actually, it isn't. If you're a teen and reading this, please know that these are definitely not the best times of your life. I know that this is all coming from an ancient source since I'm on the brink of 30 (gah, I still can't believe that one). But you have to trust me on this one, ok? If I could write a letter to high school Courtney and send it back in time, it would go a little something like this....


Teenage Courtney,
Give yourself a break. You think all your peers are judging every aspect of your appearance and every move you make. In reality, they aren't. They're all far too busy being insecure about themselves. That group over there who act like they rule the world because they don't have a zit or extra ten pounds are just putting on a show. Trust me, they are feeling the exact same thing you are when you're getting ready for school each morning. So that boy you've grown up with and who sits at your lunch table called you a pig? You definitely aren't. He just knows what button to push. A good lunch doesn't consist of a Diet Coke and a trucker speed pill (ps: you become a huge advocate for cardiac care by the time you're 25 and are very disappointed in your 16 year old self). 

Be yourself. It's ok to like what you like and not like what everyone else does. Just because the "ring leader" of your group of friends likes something doesn't mean you have to. Develop your own tastes and introduce your peers to new things. While you're at it, stand up for yourself and what you believe is right. Your resolve will be tested many times before graduating high school. Don't cave to be someone you think everyone wants you to be. Stand up. Be the you that you know you are. Trust your gut. It has rarely steered you wrong. 

Your parents aren't so bad. I know they seem really disconnected and unfair a lot of the time. Believe it or not, your mom will one day be your best friend. You'll actually go to her first for advice and have fun hanging out with her. Your dad, well, he'll always be a goofball. But that goofball has always and will always put you above the world. Your parents have their faults like everyone else, but cut them some slack. You sure aren't making things easy for them. Besides, later you'll realize that when times are the worst, your parents will always be by your side. Always. So stop acting like a jerk and spend some time with them while you still live in the same city. 

Question everything you're taught. Just because someone tells you something is fact doesn't mean it is. This goes for teachers in school, church, friends, coworkers, etc. Always be inquisitive. Don't take things at face value. Form your own opinions and beliefs through knowledge and faith. Trusting your gut applies here too. You're a smart girl. Think for yourself. 

You don't have to have it all figured out. In fact, from what I've gathered so far, you may never actually figure it out anyway. 

Not all friendships last forever, but cherish them while you have them. You aren't going to stay close to those you're best friends with now. As you grow up, your decisions will take you to many new places and phases of life. Every friendship you have serves a purpose. Try to look at your relationships with others and see what you can learn from them. Be grateful for these people. You wouldn't be who you are without them even if you drift far away from each other. 

Your life isn't measured by anyone else's. When you're almost 30, you'll still be struggling with this one. Don't compare your achievements or lack thereof to anyone else's. Set your own standards and goals and work hard to reach them. There is no set formula or map for everyone to follow. You chart your own way. So, don't try to follow the map someone else has made for themselves. If you keep that up, you will never know happiness. By the way, it is ok to be proud of yourself. That doesn't make you a bad person. You are working hard and should be proud of your achievements. 

Smile more. It may not seem like much, but it really is. Besides, your parents paid a fortune for that smile. You should show it off. Plus, it scores you a few admirers later in life. 

All my love,
29 years & 10 months Courtney
PS: Maybe 40 year old Courtney will write us to take it easy on turning 30...
PPS: You really should focus on driving when you're behind the wheel. Seriously. No distractions. No acting up. Focus. 



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