Yesterday morning, January 11, my grandmother died at the age of 88. I appreciate so much all of the nice things people have said, both in this blog and to us personally.
My memories of my grandmother are all good. I don’t remember a time when she ever raised her voice at me. I never remember a time when she made me feel unimportant or insignificant. She was proud of my becoming a preacher and introduced me to everyone as her preacher grandson.
My earliest remembrances of her go way back. I was the oldest of seven grandchildren. I remember her giving me syrup and butter. I remember dinners at her house. I remember riding horses in the little pasture next to her house and in horse shows as a child. I remember many singings, gospel meetings, and homecoming services at Centerhill Church of Christ, back in the day when people would show up in the hundreds to hear good singing and good preaching.
I remember my grandmother as a strong independent woman. She outlived two husbands. She lived through WWII and the Depression. She has seen our country go from horseback to flying jet planes to walking on the moon.
She was a part of the women’s ministries at Woodlawn Church of Christ. She would drive her friends back and forth to church events and activities. She spent time visiting people in the hospital and nursing homes until she became a patient herself. Even many of her friends are there or have gone on to be with the Lord.
I will miss my grandmother. She was a wonderful person. Greg and I had a conversation once just before his mother’s funeral service. We talked aout the afterlife and the many different versions that people have about what happens. I would love to know more about what happens exactly, but I’ll have to be like the rest of us and wait to see it for myself. I have come to believe that no matter what is going to happen exactly, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Jesus will be there, God will be there, and the Holy Spirit will be there. And no matter what happens exactly, I know that it will beat the daylights out of this place of pain and sorrow.
Thanks again for all of your prayers and concerns.