i had a feeling it would be soon.
especially yesterday, when i took pictures of mom taking gram out for a walk.
i knew it.
i knew that she would most likely be less than a month here.
and now she's with Jesus; vibrantly alive and strong, beautiful and whole.
not to mention she's with grandpa jack, her husband; and all her immediate family.
it's a beautiful thing up there.
and what a gorgeous day.
what hurts my heart is seeing others cry; hearing mom call people and tell them the news.
i feel like i'm crying for the whole family, for goodness sake.
i've been a leaky faucet ever since that moment around 9:30 today.
july 3 2009
july 30 2009 ^^gram, me, and eliyah as a wee little thing:)
july 17 2009 my graduation party.
crazy to think that 11 years ago she was traveling.
may 8 2010 ^^that look in her eyes; she was about to say something. this brings to mind her phrases that centered around my imaginary boyfriend. i'd be walking through the living room, and she'd say "oh, you look dressed up today. you going out with your boyfriend?" and she'd have this cheeky smile on her face.
in the kitchen before the funeral people came for her, mom nudged me.
"good morning, grammy!" she quoted in a high voice. we laughed and i started crying.
"i'll never forget that; your suave way with her."
it's true. everyone said i had a way with her.
she brought out the best and worst in me. we'd have good mornings and interviews and conversations goodnights and be snarky. that was when she talked more.
she was 87. and i'm so glad she lived that long. if she had gone earlier, with less of a long decline, i don't know how much harder that would be.
i remember her banana bread. the clip on earrings she wore. the jello with mandarin oranges that she'd bring to lunch after church on sundays. the hugs she would give. how i was jealous of her clean buick car versus our van that always looked inhabited, if you know what i mean. her chocolate chip cookies in a tupperware container with a slice of bread to keep it moist.
i love her. and i'm so grateful God gave her to us . . . . and for how He's taking care of her now.