The past couple of days have been difficult and yet, when I think on them, the pain is tempered by love and gratitude. Doctors told us last night that my grandmother, who has walked 101 years on this earth, will very soon be leaving us to go home to the God that she has loved for so long. We got together with extended family from all over the state, and while it's been a very emotional time, we cannot help being grateful for all those wonderful memories.
I have strong memories of my grandmother from early childhood on. She loves to laugh, and does so often, finding delight in the world around here. And she is the one who taught me so many hymns, as they were often on her lips while working around the house. And as I sat at her bedside with family late into the night, I got to hear stories of her life from many years before, and it's a legacy of love, family, joy and life.
As I looked around the room last night, in the faces of my family, I saw my grandmother's love of books, her love of songs and singing, her wonderful cooking skills(she ran a cafe while my grandfather was away during WWII), her habit of being constantly in motion, and even her ready smile. But, most of all, through all of the stories, I saw someone who has walked constantly with her Lord. And even though this is a very difficult time, I am so grateful for all the time that I have been given with her.
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