Last Friday, January 6th, I received a phone call that my grandmother was preparing to meet Jesus. She was 93 years old and was dealing with the later stages of Alzheimers, Dimensia and Parkinsons'. Lately she had been rapidly decreasing in her abilities to eat or drink, get out of bed, etc. So since that call, my regular life has been put on hold.
On Monday, January 9th, my Grandmother, Connie, took her last breath here on earth and went to be with her Heavenly Father. Her four daughters were with her at that time and it was a peaceful transition. Over the weekend we were blessed to have caught some special moments with her.
She was telling me that she wanted us to be happy and asked me if she'd be happy. "Oh yes, you'll be very happy" I replied. I got to talk to her about the peace that Jesus leaves with us, the streets of gold, her new body and how there will be no more suffering. I know that there are many more stories like that to be told. It surely was a gift from God.
Tomorrow is her funeral service. I know that the only way that we will get through the day is by the grace and strength that God will give us. We have to remember that while we miss her here with us, she is in a much better place <3 And we will see her again, someday.