Fishbone†
<font color=blue>Does strange things while sleepin
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My Grandma went to be with the Lord at 9:52 last night. It hurts so very bad to let her go, but I know she is no longer suffering.
She no longer had the strength to respond to us, or even open her eyes, but she could hear us, and because of that, we were blessed by God in ways words can not express.
My Grandma loved many things, but among her favorite were her family, music, and her home on the lake. She rallied every holiday and birthday for a family get-together. Even when we found it hard to coordinate, and/or lacked sufficient space in our homes for 35 people. She couldnt sing a note, but she loved to make a joyful noise, and even more so loved to hear my mother make magic on the piano, and sing along. The other night, she had asked us (my parents, my brothers, my nieces and nephews) to sing her a song . We sang You are my Sunshine. And while hospice was working on getting her house set up, we spent 2 long days in the comfort care at our hospital. She wanted so badly to be at her home on the lake, and we promised her we would get her there. Sometimes she would cry when we told her we had to wait one more day.
My Grandma passed away last night at 9:52 pm in her home surrounded by her entire family singing He is Exalted. The King is Exhalted on High. We had spent the entire weekend there, talking to her, praying with her, cooling her fever with cool clothes, wetting her lips and tongue with water. I cant tell you the beauty in seeing your DNiece (13) standing by her Great Grandmother, cooling her off with a cloth and talking softly to her. Or in your Dniece (6) sitting next to the bed reading her favorite story to her and telling her what was happening in the pictures because she wishes Grandma could see the pictures, but at least she can use her imagination if I give her some help. And the heartbreaker it is to watch your Dniece (11) kiss her Grandmas forehead as she struggled to take her last few breaths and tell her that she loved her, and it was okay for her to go. Give Jesus a hug for me, and Ill be there to see you someday.
She gave us a gift in the last couple of minutes when she opened her eyes for the first time in 36 hours, and just looked as we let her know we loved her, we were thankful for her life and the legacy she left behind, we would we be okay, we would always stick together, take care of one another, and that she could follow Jesus home now and leave the struggle behind. And she did .. so very peacefully, she just closed her eyes and claimed her new body.
I could fill pages upon pages of the blessings we were given just in this past weekend, but instead I will just say that I am so glad my Grandma was not alone in those last moments, and I was blessed to have been her Granddaughter.
I love you Grandma and I miss you already.
She no longer had the strength to respond to us, or even open her eyes, but she could hear us, and because of that, we were blessed by God in ways words can not express.
My Grandma loved many things, but among her favorite were her family, music, and her home on the lake. She rallied every holiday and birthday for a family get-together. Even when we found it hard to coordinate, and/or lacked sufficient space in our homes for 35 people. She couldnt sing a note, but she loved to make a joyful noise, and even more so loved to hear my mother make magic on the piano, and sing along. The other night, she had asked us (my parents, my brothers, my nieces and nephews) to sing her a song . We sang You are my Sunshine. And while hospice was working on getting her house set up, we spent 2 long days in the comfort care at our hospital. She wanted so badly to be at her home on the lake, and we promised her we would get her there. Sometimes she would cry when we told her we had to wait one more day.
My Grandma passed away last night at 9:52 pm in her home surrounded by her entire family singing He is Exalted. The King is Exhalted on High. We had spent the entire weekend there, talking to her, praying with her, cooling her fever with cool clothes, wetting her lips and tongue with water. I cant tell you the beauty in seeing your DNiece (13) standing by her Great Grandmother, cooling her off with a cloth and talking softly to her. Or in your Dniece (6) sitting next to the bed reading her favorite story to her and telling her what was happening in the pictures because she wishes Grandma could see the pictures, but at least she can use her imagination if I give her some help. And the heartbreaker it is to watch your Dniece (11) kiss her Grandmas forehead as she struggled to take her last few breaths and tell her that she loved her, and it was okay for her to go. Give Jesus a hug for me, and Ill be there to see you someday.
She gave us a gift in the last couple of minutes when she opened her eyes for the first time in 36 hours, and just looked as we let her know we loved her, we were thankful for her life and the legacy she left behind, we would we be okay, we would always stick together, take care of one another, and that she could follow Jesus home now and leave the struggle behind. And she did .. so very peacefully, she just closed her eyes and claimed her new body.
I could fill pages upon pages of the blessings we were given just in this past weekend, but instead I will just say that I am so glad my Grandma was not alone in those last moments, and I was blessed to have been her Granddaughter.
I love you Grandma and I miss you already.
Grandma sounds like she was a wonderful lady, one who brought happiness to those who were blessed to know her. And what a wonderful rite of passage you all provided her in her last. Some wonderful memories there for you all, some wonderful thoughts for all us here. Thanks for sharing a good life with us; Heaven was blessed with another angel last night, Grandma. 
