FINALLY HOME

my grandmother went to meet Jesus on tuesday. in the past seven years i watched her turn from a vivacious, funny, positive woman to a broken, sad, discouraged shell of what she once was. she wasn't the grandma who used to sing "ci-ci my playmate" with me ; the one who wore striped socks with plaid shorts and a polka-dot shirt on vacation thinking she looked super fine; the one who played the piano for a church service of 3,000+; the one who cooked the best spaghetti; the one who found something wonderful in little things; the one who taught me to love Jesus best; the one who introduced the reuben sandwich; the one who found music her main way to praise God and sang all the time. she had just become a sad, faithful mother who waited every day for her family to be restored. every family has it's stories. some families have their prodigals. my youngest uncle is ours. and since the day he walked out of our lives those many years ago, my grandmother has been waiting to see her baby boy love her again. it sapped the life out of her- it would anyone. so today she is with her Savior. there is no more pain- not physical, not emotional. she is completely whole and seeing my grandpa and her grandchildren she could not enjoy on earth but now can revel in forever. i loved her more than i can ever express but i am glad her pain is gone and she is finally home.