I have always called her Grandma, and so have a few others that are not related to her by blood. I have spent many a night on the sofa talking to her while drinking a glass of wine and watching her knit. I laughed as I watched her snow tube down a hill, and I always listened to her advice on life and love. She was always happy to see me and ready with a hug and a kiss.
She was the kind of woman who would spend countless hours watching over a fish and praying that it lived. Her kind heart and tender manner was always a comfort to those around her.
As I listened to the stories that her children told about her that night I felt honored that she was a part of my life, albeit only for a little while.
This morning at 3:30am grandma left us. Grandma lived a good life, and raised a small army of loving children and grandchildren to be some of the most wonderful people I have ever known.
I love you Grandma.
“The soul takes flight to the world that is invisible. But there arriving she is sure of bliss, and forever dwells in paradise.” – Plato