For the next posts (I can’t say few, or several, or any number because I don’t know how many), I will be blogging about my Great Grandma Ward. She died a couple of weeks ago. But before I continue on with my memories of a women well loved and who loved well, I want to share my story of “closure” with her earthly death.
I was having my quiet time (my kids were napping and I ran to the couch for a nap of my own!) when I started to think about my upcoming trip to NC. I was thinking of all the things we would do and who we would see. My thoughts moved to Grandma and our mornings at Loflins (the Thomasville cafe). I’ll share more of those memories later…then my thoughts moved to those times when I was a little girl and Grandma took me with her to church…how we would listen to the old AM Gospel station on the radio and play Yahtzee. I remember thinking that I needed to thank her for that. That I needed to tell her how much her “loving me” impacted my life. I then proceeded to pray for her…just a compelling moment in my heart to call on God for a woman who I’m sure called out to Him many a time in her life. I wanted to do something for her.
Five minutes later, Mom called with the news that Grandma died of a heart attack. I was stunned…overwhelmed…silenced. I got off of the phone, and after calling my husband and two friends from back home, I sat on my couch and had a bittersweet cry. I was crying because when I go home in two weeks I will not be able to hug my little Grandma, not be able to meet her for breakfast, or play a game of Yahtzee with her again…but I was also crying because God had given me a sweet gift by allowing me those moments before Mom called. And so, I knew peace as well as grief…and in my experience, if you have to have grief, let peace reign over it.
So, I’ve decided to record my memories of this great woman. A woman I had many a time with but still only know an incling about. Grandma was truly a Steel Magnolia. She had been through so much (some things I hope to learn about someday) that she had to develop tough skin to; yet, she was so very soft, gentle, loving, caring – oh so caring. She lived until she died…and she lives still with the very Savior she told me that she loved. That is a legacy worth remembering…a legacy worth living…a legacy worth passing on. And so…