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| {the last picture taken of me and Granny August 2011} |
the ticking hands of the clock that taunt or sing, never knowing which until you stand in their shadow.
the gentle rush of calender pages that flow and shuffle past from day to month to year, making you stop and stare with just how much time has flitted past your unsuspecting fingertips.
and eventually, the fingers of God gently bring the ticking to a silence. the rustling to a halt.
the end comes eventually.
this good and faithful one is making her steps toward Heaven's gates, this walk she has taken for so long. a life so changed by the hand of God, a daughter so loved by the King of Heaven.
and so i sit and wonder how to grieve.
for her gain is so much greater?
she called for my grandfather first. her youngest son. and so he boarded a plane to California and flew to his mother's side.
then the call was for my mother. one of her many granddaughters. and so my mother and sister boarded a plane and went to her side.
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| {my favourite picture of Granny ever. Grandpa at her bedside earlier this week reading the Bible to her. this is my legacy} |
her days are coming to an end. this life of ninety-five vibrant years is starting to fade.
she fades, but never pales. her breaths are numbered, but her life is eternal.
Granny is going home.
and in my heart, i grieve her loss. this great lady.
but in my soul, i dance.
because this daughter is going home.
i love you, Granny. so very much. i will see you on the other side.
give Jesus a hug for me.
He's waiting for you.
{tmy sister's tribute to Granny can be found here}


