My grandmother went home to be with the Lord July 31st, 2007, just 6 days after her 90th birthday. When I heard the news I had the unmistakable feeling of relief and joy, mingled with my sorrow. For many years she has been suffering the ill effects of dementia, which left her so much less than the talented, happy lady I once knew. Talia and I were privileged to attend the service of remembrance and celebration this past week.
As I have recalled memories of Grandma over the past couple of weeks, my thoughts have most frequently dwelt on her delightful sense of humor. Her stories, off-hand comments, even the way she went about daily tasks, were always sparkling with fun and wit, reflected by the smiling twinkle in her eye. Grandma loved life.
I am also deeply touched by the remembrance of how she loved her family. I am a grandchild adopted into a large, but close-knit extended family. I will always gratefully remember how Grandma accepted and immediately loved us as her own.
I would be remiss in not mentioning Grandma's superb musical talent, particularly as an accomplished pianist. Her ability to sit at a piano and play, by memory, intricate and beautiful hymn arrangements, one after another, was truly a gift. Even as her memory began to fade (in the earlier stages), she was able to make beautiful music.
As I stood, looking into the face of this good and kind lady, departed from her earthly shell to be united with the God whom she faithfully served, I rejoiced through my tears, knowing that she is whole and healed, once again able to be as God created her.
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What a beautiful tribute.
And I understand your emotions. Both of my grandmothers were quite sick before they died, one with deminsia. There is a level of releaf and sadness mixed together.
I'll be praying that the eternal hope we have outweighs the temporary sadness you feel.
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