I did the funeral Jan 20 and am still not quite sure how I feel. On the one hand, I've hardly cried, which is unusual for me. On the other hand, I'm having deep reminders of who God made Grandma to be. Grandma was a flesh and blood picture of Jesus in our world. Her life preached without words. Along with Grandpa, she lead her family to take others in, often setting places at the table "for those who might show up." She was not perfect, but her actions and prayers, through my parent's divorce kept my sisters and I connected to the rest of the family. She was an old-school Grandma first, while visiting her house I would rise form bed and open te door to steaming eggs and bacon cooked just right.
I love you Grandma, thank you Jesus,
Here is a link to her obituary:
Layne
