I don’t usually remember the dates when people died, but my grandmother’s is stuck in my head because she died on my birthday.
Two years ago on December 17 my father’s mother was expected to leave the hospital and go home. Instead of returning to her earthly home she went to her Heavenly home.
Now, she was not a cute, saintly, little old grandma. She had a decided lack of tact, never gave up her cigarettes, loved to sing loud with her raspy alto voice, and couldn’t tolerate crowds for very long.
Still she was my grandma, nice to me and my children, and I loved her.
The last time I saw her alive was October 14, 2006. My husband agreed to an impromptu visit to introduce our newest baby to my grandma. This baby, my third, has my grandma’s name as her middle name and it was important to me that they meet.
Here is the only picture of my youngest with the great-grandma she is named after.
I’m so glad to have it, and to have it personally given to me.
She wrote the dates she sang a song on the top of the music. While it’s neat to know the dates it’s even more special to see what songs she picked.
The words of the songs that she sang give me peace as I miss her.
What a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see.
When I look upon His face, the one who saved me by His grace.
When He takes me by the hand, and leads me to a better land.
What a day, glorious day, that will be!
I enjoy carrying on her example of singing in church.