It was a sad day. It was a happy day. Balancing the two proved very difficult indeed. No one could find fault with Granny going to heaven. Everyone would miss her terribly. It was a beautiful thing to watch her family march into the sanctuary to celebrate the life of this lady who had impacted them all so much. For the rest of their lives they would see Granny in things that they did, hear Granny in things that they said, and take solace in the fact that she touched so many lives so deeply.
One of my favorite memories of Granny occured when I helped her into bed from her wheelchair. Cynthia was smoothing the covers and I gently (or so I thought) lifted her from her chair and placed her on the bed. She looked at me with a stern face and said, "You rough duck, you!" To this day we use this moment to describe any sudden or jarring incidents.
I am amazed at the impact one little lady had on so many people. Family alone would total over one hundred! Add to that the church family, friends and neighbors, and everyone she would meet and the number easily runs into incalculable digits. Truly, Granny was loved and loved greatly. God bless you, Granny!
One of my favorite memories of Granny occured when I helped her into bed from her wheelchair. Cynthia was smoothing the covers and I gently (or so I thought) lifted her from her chair and placed her on the bed. She looked at me with a stern face and said, "You rough duck, you!" To this day we use this moment to describe any sudden or jarring incidents.
I am amazed at the impact one little lady had on so many people. Family alone would total over one hundred! Add to that the church family, friends and neighbors, and everyone she would meet and the number easily runs into incalculable digits. Truly, Granny was loved and loved greatly. God bless you, Granny!
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