It was a shock when she passed away…even though she was 90 years old.
Her hands were gnarled from arthritis -
Yet she continued to work with limitless energy in her home until the day God called her home.
Grandma lived alone up until 4 months ago, when my sister’s family went to live with her. My sister is in the midst of building a new home and so grandma opened her arms in hospitality to her family during their temporary stay. Actually, grandma LOVED the company – especially because my sister’s children are so musical. She enjoyed the piano and guitar music that daily entertained her and the company at the dinner table.
My sister marveled at how grandma was always on her feet and asking how she could help or standing beside her at the sink washing dishes. Grandma was also a reader. Grandma enjoyed her Bible, Max Lucado and Elizabeth George books and also listened to sermons on CD. At 90, she was still growing in her walk with the Lord…I love that!
Then on Friday, August 2nd…she waltzed right into the loving arms of her precious Savior – Jesus.
And we wept.
Not as ones without hope – because we know that she is in heaven. But for our loss here on earth.
At the cemetery we had a time of sharing and I shared how I believe that much of my confidence today – to step out and do things like this blog – has come because of Grandma’s unconditional love and support. I don’t recall that she ever spoke one critical word to me.
When I played the piano for her – even if I botched the tune – she told me how amazing I was.
When I did a somersault or cheer for her – she told me I was wonderful.
When I sang a solo in the choir – she told me I was brave.
When I played my trumpet – she clapped for me.
When I had a birthday – every single one – she was there with a gift and a hug.
When I was headed to homecoming dances – she was there with her camera taking pictures – it was like having the paparazzi following me everywhere I went. She endlessly took photos of all my monumental moments in life…no wonder I became a blogger! lol!!!
When I went away to college, letters in the mail arrived from her –once again telling me I was brave, she was proud of me and to keep on with my studies.
Oh that support – it has truly been priceless in my life.
During grandma’s eulogy fond memories were shared. This one stood out to me – written by her oldest of 3 sons. He remembers that grandma always had a pitcher of Kool-Aid on hot summer days when they were playing ball in the backyard. She showed up at just the right time with that Kool-Aid for all of his friends –and he loved that!
At her funeral.
She was being praised for her Kool-Aid.
Seriously – did you know that the Kool-Aid you made for your kids this summer mattered – it’s significant. It may be a part of your legacy!
Sometimes we think that we have to hang the moon and the stars for our kids – take them to Disney, buy them the latest and greatest styles of clothing, or cook them a steak…but could it be that the Kool-Aid you serve them is significant?
And so these are the life lessons I carry with me from my grandmother’s life.
Until the day I take my final breath –walk with the King!
Words of praise soothe and encourage the souls of children. Say them.
Be there for all the special occasions of your loved ones – cheering them on matters.
All the unseen work that we do in the home matters. It is seen, just not always acknowledged and it is definitely appreciated in the end.
Make Kool-Aid —for real. I don’t make it because I hate the sugar but I am reconsidering after hearing my Uncle’s memories shared.
Show up. Grandma showed up in her sons life with Kool-aid. Grandma showed up in my life for every monumental experience and it mattered.
Make family a priority.
Grandma prayed that she would not be alone when she died. This was one of her fears living alone. And I see the gracious hand of our God that He allowed for circumstances to bring my sister and her family into their home for just a few short months.
When she had her heart attack – she was not alone. My sister was there tending to her, calling my mother, calling the ambulance, and laying her down in her bed.
God answered grandma’s prayers all the way to her last breath – and that my friends – makes me cry like a baby! Because it reminds me that God never forgets his own…he is faithful to His children, answering prayers to the very end. We must never stop praying! God listens!
Are you a grandmother? God isn’t finished with you yet – till the day you take your last breath — build into the life of your loved ones and walk intimately with your God.
Are you a mother of young ones? Remember that those small things you do daily that you think no one is noticing – like stirring your pitcher of Kool-Aid – is blessing the hearts of your family. You matter. You are significant. You are irreplaceable.
Walk with the King,
**Chime In: What insignificant things do you remember from your childhood that your mother may not even know touched your life deeply. Please share them in the comment section so we all can be reminded that our day to day tasks matter and are building into the lives of our loved ones.