My grandmother passed away on Friday. She was 94 years old. My grandmother was the last one left and I was blessed to be with her when she passed. My mom flew down on Sunday and Tim and I were able to pick her up at the airport and take her to the small town where they were all from. My uncles and their families were there, my aunt and her family, me and my family (complete with Tot and little David). Some of my distant relatives were there as is the case with funerals and it was good to see everyone. We all haven't changed much, just gotten a little older, a little wider, and a little grayer. :) Tim was asked to read the obit and to lead the singing, my cousin prayed, my uncle read scripture, and my cousin and I were able to share some thoughts. It was full of love and family and that's how it should be.
She was a good grandmother and the memories I have of her are what make me the grandmother I am today.
God bless you, Grandmother.
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