It’d only been a week since Grandma broke her hip and had surgery when we went to visit her. She’s much different than the last time we saw her just this spring. She’s eating less, talking less, remembering less. All the things that happen as we age. After all, she is 97, I guess she’s entitled to forget a few things. It’s hard when someone ages as you have a picture of them in your mind at a specific age and you seemed to have locked them in that age forever. Then you see them one day and realize, this isn’t the same person. Their mind isn’t all there, they don’t really remember you the same. Yet all the while you are remembering them as the person you once knew. I remember walking along a street near her home in Clearwater 15 years ago as she told me, “Now Elizabeth, this may be the last time you see me.” She’s been ready to be with her Lord for years now, but He had other plans. He knew that she’s been a stronghold and a prayer warrior for her family.
We had many a good talk in recent years when she stayed with us for a month. It was a bit of an emotional visit as I knew that it may be our last. She’s a strong woman, but a lot has changed since our last visit. One thing I know for sure, that I will see her in heaven again some day. There is no doubt in my mind about that. She has been a faithful servant. She has her quirks, but don’t we all? Thankfully we serve a merciful God who loves us despite ourselves. One day she will stand before our Lord and he will say, “Well done my good and faithful servant.” Until then may she continue to be a light in this dark world.
4 Generations.
