My Grammy

JoHannah~

It's where I get my middle name, Jo. I have her hips and slender body.
She reminded me often that I was the only grandchild to know her first husband. Somehow, that made me feel special. She loved me and wasn't afraid to show it. There was no question, no doubt of her love for me.

And now she's gone. She passed away on March 10th of this year. She was in her late 80's.

The last time I saw her was at my younger brother's wedding. She had become fragile, her speech very limited, and she was now confined to a wheelchair and yet it showed on her face that she was happy to be at the wedding and around all the family. I had a chance to sit with her for awhile at the reception and she just kept looking into my eyes. Deep, deep, deep, as if she was looking into my soul. She stroked my face with both hands and said
I love you. I believed her. It's my last memory of her and I cherish that special time we shared together.

Now, whenever I think of love... Jesus' love... I always see my Grammy's face.
Of all the ways I'm like her, I pray that I would have her capacity to LOVE the most.

I miss you, Grammy~