It’s hard to think about my Grandmommy-at this point- without shedding a tear. I was talking with a lady at church about my granny and there’s one thing that always comes up when anybody is talking about her. The lady said “I really loved that lady. She was so genuine. She loved everybody. And when she left I told myself ‘You’ve been through this a lot, your daughter, you brother, your sister. You can get through it.’ But it was right here in my heart. It was really hard and emotional. But even with her and everybody else close that has gone, God is good and EVERYTHING is in his time. I guess he knows better than us. Haha.” And get this, people spoke this highly of her to her face while she was with us. My granny was never a loud person, she mad a quiet impact. But it was powerful.
The impact that a single person has had on your life can not be measured until you reflect on all they’ve done. This woman right here embodies a Godly woman, what some of y’all call a Proverbs 31 woman, but she was more. My grandmother was charitable, loving, kind, giving. No matter what she had she was gonna offer it to somebody, whether she knew them or not. Not my grandmommy, Grandmommy was her name, to me. To my sisters and cousins. The life she lived, a continuance of her mother’s shaped my family, molded it into a beautiful structure, painted a beautiful picture over an already beautiful work of art. If Grandmommy were a painting, she’d be the compilation of all the best, no matter the style. I miss my granny so much that words can never describe how I feel. I love the joy that I feel when I think about Heaven and what she’s doing there. I weep because I won’t see my grandmother again until it’s my time, and I miss her terribly. I’m grateful that Grandmommy left a tangible spirit, and all I have to do to touch it is look around my family and reach out, because she left her same wonderful spirit in EACH and every one of her descendants because her mother left it in her. Thank you Jesus for the loan of my greatest angel yet!