My Dear Grandma died last week. And I found out all over again that it is hard to lose a Grandma. I have cried a lot. One of the hardest realizations for me was watching my Mom lose her Mom. And it made me realize how intense it will be to lose my own parents someday. (Hopefully not for a long time!)I have better pictures of her, but this is one of my favorites. When Burke and I married, my parents were just four months into a 23 month mission in the Philippines. I was torn over their absence. I knew we were both doing what we needed to be doing at that time, but as you might imagine, I felt their absence poignantly. I had many beautiful people who stepped in and helped me at this important time of my life, but it was my Grandmother who sat beside me in the sealing room. Only she could fill my Mother's seat that day. I remember being so grateful, I had not asked her to do this, I only knew how happy I was that the chair was filled with someone who could so rightly represent my Mother. I remember her clutching my hand tightly as we took our seats, her tears wet on my cheek after the ceremony, her radiant smile as she beamed her happiness for me that day---all things my Mother would have done. I was so grateful for her love and support that day and always. I love you Grandma.
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So sweet...I'm sure she was a wonderful woman, look at you!!
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