
Today, my grandma went to heaven. There are so many bittersweet emotions that come from that sentence. When I first heard, I was broken and hurting. For myself and family more than anything, but God blessed me with wonderful memories of my grandma.
I remember arguing with my cousins about riding shot gun in her car, Grandma's rule was whoever is oldest rides up front!
I remember advice during a week of visiting Amanda where we just couldn't get along, you are family and you might not always like each other, but you have to love each other. (so true.)
I remember her complaining about 4th of July, asking why we didn't just light dollar bills on fire.
I remember her love for crime shows, especially late at night.
I remember a sweet card she sent me once. She wrote that she saw a little girl at the store that reminded her of me and she missed me very much.
I remember seeing my strong grandma cry for the first time when my aunt Kathie passed away. I don't recall ever seeing her in so much pain. I pray I never know the pain of my kids passing away before me.
I remember driving her car to the mail box for the first time ever. I must have been 13 or 14. I was so scared!
I remember her and aunt Libby coming to our house when we were younger and ordering pizza while my parents were gone. I have no idea why they were here.
I remember her telling us if we wanted something when she died, to get a sharpie and write our name on the bottom. I have laughed at that so many times- but I never thought of it like i do now.
I remember her love, her hugs, her mashed potatoes, her strength but mostly, I remember her as a comfort. Always comforting.
Grandma is in heaven. She is worshiping in the presence of her Lord. She is reunited with the ones she loves. She is pain free. She is in PEACE.
