My grandmother passed away last night at the age of 93. Ninety three years of living, of raising her family, and worshiping our Lord.
Last night I slept with her Bible on my bedside. It’s soft, black leather cover a comfort of the promises within. I fell asleep thinking of her and all she has been through … of how her body slowly wore out – her eye sight the first to go… and I knew this is how it is supposed to be. In Heaven, she is where she belongs.
She is home… and she can see us all once again.
*Edited to add: We are heading to Rapid City tomorrow morning and will there through sometime next week. The service will be Saturday afternoon with visitation Friday evening.