Last sunday was All Saint's Sunday at my church. During the processional for communion I got to light a candle for my grandmother, who passed away during the last year.
She was the sweetest person that could be imagined, and even in her old age she touched more lives more gently than anyone I know. She was quite ready for the change; she had lived to be 104. The people who were caring for her were a wonderful couple who had known her all my life, who's love and devotion allowed her to spend her final years among friends.
Her caretakers said that her final words were used to call to my son, telling him what a beautiful boy he was. While there are many ways to take this, one thing is undeniable - her last hour among us was a happy one, blessed with joyful thoughts.
I love you Grandma; I miss you.
She was the sweetest person that could be imagined, and even in her old age she touched more lives more gently than anyone I know. She was quite ready for the change; she had lived to be 104. The people who were caring for her were a wonderful couple who had known her all my life, who's love and devotion allowed her to spend her final years among friends.
Her caretakers said that her final words were used to call to my son, telling him what a beautiful boy he was. While there are many ways to take this, one thing is undeniable - her last hour among us was a happy one, blessed with joyful thoughts.
I love you Grandma; I miss you.
