Nine years ago this
morning and one day before her 70th birthday, while crossing the street to buy
a newspaper on vacation, my Grandma Bert was hit and killed by a boy driving to
school. I remember that morning so vividly. The phone call…the news. I was in
the middle of parent teacher conferences. It does not seem like nine years ago.
There are so many times in those nine years that I have thought, "Grandma
Bert would love this!" She would love watching her family grow and experience life. She would love our family campouts, our
Thanks-mas parties, and her new great-grandbabies. She would love that despite
all we have been through we still stick together, find happiness in the
simplest of things, and above all still have our faith in the God that she
loved and raised us to know. My Grandma will no doubt be celebrating her
birthday in heaven tomorrow with the biggest of celebrations, and as a result
of our undeserved salvation, I know I will indeed see her again. Praise God for
that!
Love you bunches Grandma!!
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