This week I have been thinking about how life does cycle. And it's strange how some areas of life seem to go agonizingly slow while others seem to move so quickly it's hard to catch my breath. My grandma is dying. Hospice gave her 2 days to 2 weeks. She isn't my biological grandma, but she is my grandma. I think I may have mentioned before that both of my grandfathers passed away when I was 5 and 6 years old. When that happened, my younger sister Jessica didn't understand why we didn't have anymore grandpas. So this lovely couple in our church said they would be our grandparents so that we would still have a grandpa. They haven't missed a birthday or a Christmas for me or my three sisters since then.
Grandma Mary is about 5 feet tall. But she gets things done! She reminds me of that Shakespeare quote "Though she be little, she is fierce!" I have been going to visit her the last couple of days even though she isn't verbally responsive, she seems to know when someone is talking to her. She always holds my hand.
Her preparing to pass has really made me think about living life with them. I remember how spunky she was. How fiercely she loved her family, us included. She had a definite opinion on the way she thought things should be done. She was endearing, and gruff, and stubborn. But she loved. I remember her love. I used to sit with them in church every Sunday. They sat in the pew directly behind my mom (my dad was on the platform since he was the pastor). They always had gum. I LOVED gum! I loved it! They would sometimes have dress up jewelry for me too. That was always fun!
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