My grandmother, Grandma Mac, died on March 4. I not only loved her, I really, really liked her. Henry and I flew up to go and see her about a week before she died. “I didn’t think I’d get to meet him on this side,” she said, and then they gave each other crazy big smiles. She was spending a lot of time sleeping, and was in some pain (she had ovarian cancer), but she was also making jokes and still had a twinkle in her eye. (After some little something went wrong, she said: “Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll live. Well…” and then grinned.) The day she died, she was in her bed with her pastor by her side singing “Amazing Grace.” During the last verse, she moved from this world into the presence of God. I will miss her a whole lot.
March 10, 2009
Lois Jean McPherson
My grandmother, Grandma Mac, died on March 4. I not only loved her, I really, really liked her. Henry and I flew up to go and see her about a week before she died. “I didn’t think I’d get to meet him on this side,” she said, and then they gave each other crazy big smiles. She was spending a lot of time sleeping, and was in some pain (she had ovarian cancer), but she was also making jokes and still had a twinkle in her eye. (After some little something went wrong, she said: “Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll live. Well…” and then grinned.) The day she died, she was in her bed with her pastor by her side singing “Amazing Grace.” During the last verse, she moved from this world into the presence of God. I will miss her a whole lot.
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Jessica, I just stumbled onto your blog and wanted to leave my condolences. Your grandmother was a beautiful lady.
I'm so sorry for your loss, Jessica. What a blessing that she was able to meet Henry.
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