I remember spending countless weekends with my Grandmother
anytime my parents needed a break from me. I would watch her cook and bake. We would sing and take long walks. We always ended our day with a word of prayer.
I remember one time when my Grandmother must have been
cooking fried fish and the entire apartment was full of smoke. We went outside
and sat on the grass in the front of her building and talked for hours.
I remember when my Grandmother showed us a different way to
cook hot dog wieners. She would fry them for us instead of boiling them.
I remember a time when my Grandmother was spending a few
months with us after the birth of my last sister. We got into an argument and I
made the mistake of talking back to her. All she said to me was, “Wait until
your Father gets home”. I think you can guess what happened to me when my
Dad got home. I never made the mistake
of talking back to my Grandmother again.
I remember spending a
week with my Grandmother and her telling me that we were going to Sal’s on Saturday
morning. I assumed Sal was a friend of hers. Sal’s happened to be a grocery store
nearby.
I remember giving my Grandmother a tambourine for her 90th
Birthday. During my stay with her, she played that instrument while singing
some of her favourite church songs.
I remember my last moments with my Grandmother while she was
in the hospital. I sang “clap your tiny hands” to her. It was one of her
favourite children’s songs that she loved to sing to us. It hurt watching her
trying to sing and clap along with me but I was so happy that she was still
able to respond. Before I left, I read her a few scripture verses.
Other than these memories, my Grandmother was a woman of
faith. She loved God with all of her heart. She shared the Gospel with everyone she met. She wanted nothing more than
to see her entire family serve Christ.
As much as I miss her, I know that she’s enjoying her time
in Heaven with her Creator. She lived 92 years on this earth and her legacy continues to live on.
Grandma, some sweet day we will meet again.
What are some of your fondest memories of a loved one that has passed away?
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