It’s times like these where things are brought into very sharp, clear focus. I’m likely not going to blog for awhile as family matters will be taking up most of my time.
Today I lost my grandmother (who just passed her 91st birthday) – a woman who helped raise me and was one of the strongest women I’ve known.
Never had an easy time of it … what with coming from a broken family herself and having to suffer an abusive husband, eventually raising her children on her own with no support. I’d never known her to speak ill of anyone … not one shred of it.
For grandma, family was second only to her faith. And she was quite the ‘prayer warrior’ … holding her children, grandchildren, and her great-grandkids in constant thought and prayer …
As for me, she was a rock … she never gave up on me (even when I was all too willing to give up myself) … she was my ally, a teacher, my mentor, my guide … she was my hero.