Mandy Snell Harris

I was sitting in traffic on Tuesday June 2nd... Yes, I remember the day and actually the time. I thought, "what should I write about next month"?

It came to me quickly, so I am sure about this one. Grief.... We have all experienced it some time or another. When our loved ones leave us to go to the better place... Well it leaves us here asking the questions that will never be answered. Why? Why him/her? Why now?? We know before we even ask these questions that they will not be answered, but we ask them anyway. 

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My daddy was the youngest of 12 and I am the youngest of 6, which means I have been to A LOT of funerals. A grandmother, a nephew, twenty or more aunts and uncles, eight or so first cousins,  lots of friends and mentors and of course, my daddy. They never get easier, and I'm pretty sure they never will. I can't even try to recall how many pets ... Bless their little hearts too. Everyone grieves differently, I have witnessed this first hand. Which is fine, but I honestly believe that everyone should grieve and not hold in your emotions. 

I was at Mark and Kelly's wedding on that Saturday morning, first wedding I had been to with a harp. Seems fitting that a harp was playing when God joined them together and there were angels playing harps as Mark entered the gates of heaven..... 

Much love to all who knew him. Hug yourselves.   :-) 

Mandy Snell is a freelance writer who enjoys writing about growing up in Snellville and its history. Have any 'Growing up in Snellville' stories to share? Comment below!