Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and
sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.
– John Betjeman
This post is in honor of my grandmother, who passed away yesterday at the age of 99. She was an amazing woman, living on her own and keeping socially active to the end. We were very close; I will miss her and our phone calls and chats which, invariably, consisted of her complaining that she’d barely gotten out of the house that week although she’d been to craft club and church and out to lunch and …
I’ll never forget the time about 5 years ago I tried to encourage her to buy new curtains for her living room. The ones that had hung there since the early 70’s were finally, visibly, falling apart. She looked at me and reminded me that formal drapes were expensive and she needed to save her money for when she got old. THAT’s the spirit that kept her going and that I hope I inherited.
She was so looking forward to turning 100 in November; she’d been talking about it since the day she turned 99. She’d tell anyone and everyone how old she was, after proudly asking them to guess her age for themselves. It’s okay, Granny; considering the life you lived and how close you came, we’ll just tell everyone you made it.
Sleep well until we embrace again. I love you.
Sounds like a wonderful lady, Earl. May she rest in peace. Hold on to those memories for now.
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Thank you, John.
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this brought tears to my eyes. so sorry for your loss, but happy for you that you had so many wonderful years and memories together. take care.
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Thank you, Rachel.
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Sorry about the loss of your wonderful grandma and so thankful that Jesus paid the price so we can see Him and our loved ones again. Until that day.
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Thank you, Brenda,
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A very touching post. I’m sure you have many fond memories.
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Thank you, Mike. I am fortunate to have a lifetime of them.
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