At just about the same time I became pregnant, our family heard the sad news that Rich’s beloved Grandma was diagnosed with bone cancer. She is in her early 90’s (I’m sure she would not mind me saying so!) and is a gentle and loving lady, who loves her family and God so very much.
As a young bride, I was welcomed by Grandma, she made me feel like part of the family from the very beginning. She used to come over and get me, and later baby Jacob, and we would go places together. She calls, she writes, she LOVES SINCERELY. Safe and warm. At family gatherings, it’s fun to see her sit and attract us to her for a chat, with her eyes watching the rest of her loved ones as we visit, with so much joy. Her very presence makes us better, makes us behave just that much nicer. I laugh as I write that, but it’s true!
Rich went through tough times as a teenager, and Grandma was always there as a guiding influence. She is proud of Rich, I saw her face the last time he hugged her long and meaningfully, the last time we saw her, he didn’t see her face when he pulled away, but I did, she was looking up at her grandson-turned-man, trying not to cry, so many messages in her eyes….”I love you so much”….”I’m proud of you and who you are”….
She would feel uncomfortable if I made her out to look perfect, but in our eyes she’s pretty close!
Her name is Sarah Lillian. Grace has her middle name, and our next daughter will have her first name, in honor of a lady we rise and call blessed.
Grandma is doing well at the moment, she seems comfortable, but I ask for prayer as she finishes her life here on earth. Her husband has been gone for over 50 years. The first thing she said when she heard the news of her cancer was, “Now I can go home and see Clarence again.” Beautiful. She’s longing for home.
Oh God, if it is your will, please let her stay long enough for me to put our baby Sarah into her arms.