- her coming to pick me up from school one day because my new baby sister was on the way.
- her love for the color purple
- her dependable presence at all of my recitals, graduation, wedding, birth of my children, etc.
- her love for a hot cup of tea, one flat teaspoon of sugar
- her wonderfully clean, organized house
- wrapping a blanket around her on the couch, because it was 'just so cold in here'; then, assuring her that it was actually 70 degrees!
- seeing the happiness and pride in her eyes as she looked for the first time on each of her three great-grandchildren
- the day she came up and took the kids for a nice long walk down the road so that I could get some things done.
- the homemade cards she sent to my kids each month
- playing games with her on lazy Sunday afternoons, like, apples to apples, scattegories, and scrabble. I remember that she always got the wrong letter in scattegories, but always beat everybody in scrabble.
- the way she smelled---a nice smell, of course---like her clothes had just been freshly laundered in a sweet-smelling detergent
It is with heavy hearts that we mourn our own loss, yet, at the same time, rejoice at her new-found home with Jesus.
This week has been hard, and I'm missing my Grandma. Cosette asked tonight ''Can Grandma see us from heaven? If Jesus can, why not Grandma?" Sounds to me like another little girl is missing her Grandma too.........
We have the funeral and bury Grandma tomorrow. Well, just her body---the house that kept her soul safe for so many years. We will cry, we will mourn, we will find comfort in each other's company.
Wasn't I fortunate to have such a blessing for a Grandma?