July 21, 2007
Last night my Grandma went home.
It was a joy to hold her hands, to touch her face and to kiss her softly before she was rolled out of the room and off for hip repair surgery.
She never awoke from the anesthesia.
She was beautiful, even in her last hours. A glow did seem to fill her face and I often looked upon her with thoughts that she did not look 90 years old on this day. She looked like a sweet, younger Mildred. I told her just how good she looked.
Gini, Gary and I were there at bedside, and throughout the afternoon all her children called to speak with Mildred before surgery. Kim Renee called and then God called.
It was pressed upon my heart that this would be the last time Grandma and I would touch and chat; her beautiful eyes would no longer be mine to gaze into. Her soft, warm fingers no longer resting and intertwined with mine. Yet in God’s pressing and the tears it brought, was a peace and an overwhelming joy. This was kept close to my heart and not shared with anyone else at her bedside.
Grandma loved me without boundaries. She (along with Grandpa) taught me about the love of my Lord and savior Jesus Christ solely by the love extended toward me. One day she will again embrace me in a place of wonder.
That will be a great day indeed.