Growing up in a small town usually means small, close knit church families. That is at least how my church growing up was. There was the sweetest lady there that everyone just called Gran. She was one of my really good friend's grandmother but she always treated me like I was her grandchild too. She called everyone Hon and everyone loved her. Last Friday, Gran died. I was able to go to her viewing yesterday but not her funeral today. MG had school today. Her viewing was just like she would have wanted it to be. Everyone was standing around sharing their favorite memories with Gran. It was also really good to see so many people that I have not seen in such a long time. It is fun to go back to where everyone knows you once in a while.
Gran had been really sick for a long time and she was more than ready to go Home and meet her Maker, as well as see the love of her life again. So now, as we mourn the loss of Gran it is comforting to know that she is not suffering anymore and that she has been healed!
Gran loved McKenzie and would always ask me to bring her to visit. Here is a picture of Sweet Gran (Grace Marie) and Sweet McKenzie Grace.