Granny

My great-grandmother passed away this morning. I am trying to process a lot of thoughts right now, but the feeling I keep having above all is gratitude. Not many people ever meet their great-grandmother much less have her around for twenty-seven years of their life. When I was little she was the Granny that came at Christmas, made yummy food, and just made Christmas even more fun. She rode in an innertube behind the boat with me when I was nine and she was 73. When I got a little older she was my pen pal faithfully responding to every letter I wrote to her about what was going on in my pre-teen world. She cooked dinner for us every Thursday night for the year she lived in the same town as us. She told us story after story enriching our lives as we learned about generations before us and the lives they lived. She is a lady that I heard on several occasions praying out loud beside her bed at night. She loved her friends and family fiercely and had a joyful and peaceful disposition despite the tragedies and losses that she experienced in her life. She was an amazing woman that left a legacy that I am proud to walk in and hope to leave for my own children and grandchildren one day. A legacy of strength, inner and outer beauty, loyalty, and selfless love. She will be truly missed and dearly remembered.