Well, we didn’t make it to Maine in time.
My grandma passed away on August 3, the night before we were scheduled to leave at 4 a.m. We awoke the next morning with solemn hearts and took our time eating breakfast and loading the car. There was no more need to rush. We had missed her “home going.” I wish we could have seen her, even though she wouldn’t have been the person I will always remember. She would have only been a shell of her true self.
I am definitely going to miss her.
I was fortunate enough to have known her into my adult years and she became my friend. Because of the years we had together, she will live a more complete woman in my memory.
A woman who loved talking politics and religion and above all, sharing her opinion. A woman who loved her husband just as much twelve years after his death as she did when she married him. A woman who made the best jello salad and spaghetti sauce. A woman who felt bad about all the trouble she had given her mother. A woman with many friends, and the mother of EIGHT children. A woman who did laundry every day except Thursday, when her kids were little.
A prayer warrior…and a world class worrier. The wife of a WWII pilot, and the younger sister of two brothers. A believer in the LORD Jesus Christ, and a fan of the Minnesota Vikings. She was a wonderful mother, grandmother and friend.
She is a woman I can’t wait to know in Heaven.
“Even youths grow tired and weary and young men stumble in fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”