Passing

My grandmother passed away today.

She was 86 years old, and an amazing woman.  She lived through the turmoil and hardship of World War II, married my grandfather and raised 5 children on a farm, taught them love, hard work, faith, and kindness.

She was loved by everyone who met her.

She will be missed by many, but I know that she is out of pain.  Which makes me glad.  I do not feel sorry for the dead, but I pity the living, for they are the ones who struggle to live.

My prayers go to my grandfather who will mourn her loss.  And for others who keenly feel her loss.

She is reunited with her son Brent who passed away 10 years ago.  And she will be there to greet us all as we eventually make the journey home.

I love you, grandma.