I'm really missing my grandma today. Since she passed in November, I've cried plenty of times, but it was mostly around the time of her death and funeral. Every once in a while, during a Young Women lesson or something since then, I would get a twinge of sadness, but I thought I was healing pretty well. Today, however, I cried most of the way through my shower and still can't seem to get my emotions in check.
I've been thinking about a blanket she made me in my favorite color, the towels she gave me for high school graduation, the books that always accompanied her and lined her walls, the quiet conversation we had about a month before she passed, as chaos and excitement was surrounding us at a family party, and the hundreds upon hundreds of people she has helped through her service of humanitarian efforts, her missions, and her friendship.
She was such an impressive woman. Her quiet strength led a large family of energetic souls with grace, love, and a firm testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ. She really did leave a legacy of those qualities for the generations that follow her. She knew she was a daughter of our Heavenly Father and that He has a plan for each of us.
I hope I can someday, somehow be half the woman she was.
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