Homegoing....

Last night, my 90 year old grandmother passed away. Fortunately, she had good health just up to the last few months. Even when her mind was still slipping you could still see her fiery spirit.

I know 90 years is a long life. But when it's someone you love, even nearly a century doesn't seem like enough. As I've reflected on my memories the last few days, vivid images, sensations and feelings rush over me when thinking about my Grandmother.

...the salty feeling of dough, when rolling out home made noodles .... the summer evening breeze while we sat on the bank of the pond fishing ..... the way the tips of her nails would stroke my hair when I would lay my head in her lap ..... the way she would snap "sissy" when I misbehaved ....... the smell of cut grass when outside working in the garden .... her chuckling at my antics ..... the bitter taste of crushed up adult aspirin in a spoon.... listening to the pride in her voice when talking about her grandkids....

I could write pages and pages of our fond memories together. I feel blessed to have had my grandmother for so long in my life. I'm blessed that my children had to opportunity to know her and experience their feisty great grandmother. They loved reading and playing together. Parker and Jessalyn were real treasures to Grandma!

We will miss her greatly but now she is stirring things up in Heaven. And as Parker reflected last night on his own memories, he said "mom, Grandma is probably telling Papa about me!". I agreed, I'm sure she is!