Tomorrow is the ninth anniversary of my grandmother’s death. Hard to believe it’s been that long, but I still remember the phone call from my Aunt with the news. Shock. Loss. Huge, crushing grief. All of those emotions and reactions have given way to peaceful and happy memories of her. She gave me the gift of childhood, and taught me a lot of practical skills that have carried me through well. I miss her; I always will, until we are reunited in God’s kingdom one day. We had her funeral on our fourth wedding anniversary. At the end of this week, we will celebrate thirteen years of marriage, longer than either of our first marriages lasted.
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