A horrific car accident took the life of my 91-year-old grandmother on February 11, 2011. What a legacy she left. Loving wife, a mother to five, and a devoted grandmother to the great-great degree. Pictures of her family covered every inch of her refrigerator, and she was quick to snatch the latest and show them off.
Family was important to her. But, God was even more important, and she enjoyed showing Him off, too. She sprinkled conversations and letters with comments on God’s goodness.
At the service, my grandfather stood by her side, leaning against his walker, and gazed into his beloved bride’s face one last time. Saying “good-bye” was hard enough for me. How did he say “good-bye” to a spouse who shared every aspect of his life for over 70 years?
He didn’t whisper in her ear. I would have heard it. My grandpa has only one volume. Booming.
I believe his heart spoke to hers, without words, just like it had for a lifetime. “I’ll meet you at the gate.”
I can’t imagine facing the rigors of life without hope. Without Jesus. Without the anticipation of spending eternity with God.
Labels: death, eternity, family