1930 -- 2012

 

My heart still hurts a little.  I cannot begin to imagine how our family will have Easter and Thanksgiving and Christmas and birthdays.  Gram was one of a kind.  She made each of us feel like we were her favorite. 

When I was in second grade, I accepted Jesus as my savior in a revival service at our church.  When I got home that evening, I sat at our roll top desk and, in green felt-tip pen, wrote a note to my grandma telling her "I was saved."  A few years after I'd long forgotten about doing that, during a visit to grandma and grandpa's house, I sat beside her in church one Sunday evening.  I probably wasn't paying good attention and she nudged me.  She held her bible open so I could see what was folded and tucked away inside.  It was my note.  Through the years I would occasionally open her bible to see if the note was still there and it was.  Many years have passed since I've done that.  I know that even if it isn't in the bible she was carrying to church lately, it's still somewhere.  I hope we run across it as we clean out her things. 

If every child was blessed with a grandma like mine, the world would be a happy place.  I hope she left this life knowing that she was the best gram I could have ever asked for.