We can no longer call up Grandma on the phone and talk about everything and nothing all at the same time.
She can no longer leave us random messages, wondering out loud if we are doing chores, or maybe gone to the grocery store and then trail off and casually hang up without saying goodbye. :-)
We can no longer arrange for Grandma to come for birthday suppers and then watch her glide through the door, arms laden with fresh mini loaves of soft bread and various perfectly applicable Goodwill finds.
We'll no longer be graced with her pleasant voice during meal preparation, sitting at the center island, filling us in on all of the latest updates with family and friends.
We'll miss the cute amusement of listening to Grandpa and Grandma talk about totally different things at the same time at the dinner table.
What will we do without Grandma's expertise and advice about everything homemaker related? She knew every trick and tactic.
How can we explain to our kids when they get older the beauty of the woman they barely remember or don't remember at all?
We have the privilege of remembering Grandma at tonight's visitation and tomorrow's funeral, and forever in our hearts.
Thank goodness for sweet memories that come to us at moments when we need them the most.
II Cor. 5:6-8
Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord: for we walk by faith, not by sight: We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.
