March 27, 2020
March 27, 2020
Memaw was the most loving, caring, and kind grandmother I could ever ask for. Honestly, living without her is a lot harder than I expected. It seems as if every day there is a new reminder that she’s gone, but really I should be thankful for that. The reason that I miss her so much is because she deserved to be missed, she was a good person. She was so talented, she loved art and sewing. She even made portraits of every grandchild. I was the last grandkid, so I don’t remember much about her, and we lived so far away that I barely got to see her or speak to her. Memaw not only loved art, crafting, and sewing, but she also loved her family very much. In fact, the last thing she ever wished for was for the whole family to drive down to Atlanta to be together with her for the final time. I’m so grateful we got to see that one final time, even if it was hard to see her hooked up to all sorts of machines and not be able to speak her. I remember thinking to myself, “Why me? why now? Why when I’m only 11?” My father told me, “Let’s say we asked for five more years,
and God granted our wish, after the five years were over, we would just be asking for another five years, and another, and another. It’s really never enough.”
Memaw was an amazing person, but she did have a lot of health issues. Instead of thinking this happening as “I wish she was still alive...I miss her so much...” we should really try our best to think “Wow, she had a lot of problems, I’m so grateful she’s hanging out upstairs worshipping with Jesus!”
Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her. You may ask, “why would you bother to think about it, doesn’t it just make you sad?” It does, but that’s because she was worth missing.
and God granted our wish, after the five years were over, we would just be asking for another five years, and another, and another. It’s really never enough.”
Memaw was an amazing person, but she did have a lot of health issues. Instead of thinking this happening as “I wish she was still alive...I miss her so much...” we should really try our best to think “Wow, she had a lot of problems, I’m so grateful she’s hanging out upstairs worshipping with Jesus!”
Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her. You may ask, “why would you bother to think about it, doesn’t it just make you sad?” It does, but that’s because she was worth missing.