My mother-in-law would have been 100 on the 10th of August. We celebrated with hot fudge sundae's and sampled her very own Blue-Ribbon brownie recipe.
We are all unique - there is only one us and there was only one Grammie.
I miss her.
Her unspoken lessons (she taught by example).
Her northeastern accent,
Her absolute knowledge there is no 'grey' area like the world claims.
Her laughter.
Her positive attitude.
Her love of learning.
Her soul-deep beauty that spoke of refined manners and total commitment to God.
I was there the day she died. I helped prepare her body for the funeral home to pick up. It was an honor. Death is not frightening to me. It is not even unknown.
Some things become family history and some, legend.
As the veil parted, two tears slid down her slender cheeks.
Her first tear (I believe) was for the reunion with those that went before. There was more joy and celebration of having finished the race with unwavering devotion to her faith. The Savior and Heavenly Father must have been so pleased!
The second tear was for the pain of separation from her family. Her world revolved around them and she was deeply interested in everything that went on in their lives.
I like knowing she is still part of our lives. That she will be watching and waiting, actively involved in all that is going on - still.
Better, she is no longer held back by age. She is young, vibrant, and unlimited by her mortal husk.
I celebrate her graduation with honors from mortality and eagerly look toward the day of reunion.
I'm grateful she raised her family to be GOOD people. The kind of people that believe in God, who are passionate about right and wrong, and who believe in eternal commitment. Her children are all leaders and I was blessed to have married one of them.
Still...we are not perfect. Far from it. But we continue to try.
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