Together again...

The only picture Gran was really interested in keeping.

This picture hung next to her bed in the nursing home during her stay there.

Thursday, January 27, 2011, "Gran" (husband's grandmother), closed her eyes for the last time and grew her wings. This is one of those, as terrible as this may sound to some people, that we rejoice in the fact that she was ready to go home at the ripe ol' age of 88. Gran lived a long life full of family and friends. Gran outlived her beloved husband and one of her sons. She was ready to go home to her Lord, whom she loved so much.

Gran will be missed. As a family, we will not let the world she held inside her die with her physical body. No, we celebrate her, who she was, and what she taught us.

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Death is nothing at all

Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)

Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away

into the next room.

I am I,

and you are you;

whatever we were to each other,

that, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name,

speak to me in the easy way

which you always used,

put no difference in your tone,

wear no forced air

of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed

at the little jokes we shared together.

Let my name ever be

the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without effect,

without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all

that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was.

There is unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind

because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you,

for an interval,

somewhere very near,

just around the corner.

All is well.

Together again.

Click here for our last visit with Gran.

{This posts tune: "I can only imagine" by MercyMe}