My Grandma Mary
My grandmother (the last of my grandparents) passed away a couple of weeks ago. She was born in 1917 during WWI and nearly made it to her 106th birthday. I attended her celebration of life (it didn't feel much like a funeral) and had some thoughts and feelings I'd like to share. My mother wrote the following about her mother and spoke to those who attended these words. God did something at this service I'd like to share at the end. It was a blessing to me. Thank you for coming today. And thank you for your friendship with my mother. I know each of you was important to her, as was this church. I don’t know how to condense a person’s life into just a few minutes. But I would like to share some of the things my mother taught me. My mother never told me I could do anything I set my heart to do. But she did teach me that — without words — as I observed her life. Those of you who know her well know that when she is determined to do something, she will not be denied. That evident...