Thursday, July 1, 2010
That is the title of the e-mail that we always get in the district when someone has had a loved one pass away. This time the email could be from me. My sweet Meme went home last night. I miss her, but I have missed her for a long time. She had alzhiemer's (I really don't know how to spell that.), and these past few years have been hard watching her deteriorate. I say that as a granddaughter, but I know it was even harder for my Papa. It was a testament to love to watch my Papa care for her though. It was a full time job for him-one not entirely without its rewards. Not even her illness could rob her of her sweet spirit. Although she forgot us, she never forgot that we were people that she loved. Even at the end. And she never forgot my Papa. She would light up when he entered a room. When he wasn't around, she constantly wanted to know where he was, and she would pretty much sit in his lap when they were sitting on the couch together. My grandmother adored my grandfather, and he felt just as passionately about her. While she was on the hospital, he sat contentedly next to her, sometimes holding her hand, for more than 12 hours a day. So, although I miss her so much already, I can't even imagine what my grandfather feels like. That is the thing that breaks my heart the most-that and how sad my mom is. However sad we are, our sadness can be lessened because we know that my Meme has been made new in Heaven. She is now with her two sons that went before her, and more importantly rejoicing with our God. My grandmother loved us well, and I know that I was blessed to have her for my own. She was so precious. I look forward to seeing her again someday the way that I remember her.