Things have been a little quiet around here lately. I’m sorry for that. My grandmother died last week.
This has been absolutely devastating news for my family and me. In many ways, my grandma was the rock of our family — our matriarch. Over the last few years, however, her declining health affected her ability to do the many things she loved. Her spunk and energy decreased dramatically during the last years of her life. These changes meant I mourned the loss of her life, as we knew it, a few years ago. Even so, her death still shocked me. I feel heartbroken to have lost someone so amazing. Watching my mother grieve is incredibly heartbreaking as well.
Dementia blows, my friends. It takes some of the most amazing people away from us in such a rotten way. Nothing about it seems fair.
I had the honor of sharing a few words at her funeral on Saturday. My mind has been spinning with many thoughts these days, but I think they all boil down to this:
I find it interesting that my grandmother went to be home with the Lord during Holy Week. Every year during Holy Week, we are reminded that Christ’s life does not end in death. He lives! His resurrection gives us hope in all areas of our lives. For this, I am grateful. Because I know that in a similar way, my grandma’s life will not end in death. Like Christ, she lives! With Christ, she lives. And with us, she lives. Every time I eat some red rice or hoppin’ John, she’ll live. When I make my bed, she’ll live. When I’m wearing a new pair of high heels, she’ll live.
In all the memories we have of her, she lives. The impact she’s had on us will affect us all for the rest of our lives. She has certainly left a legacy…
Thank you, Betsy Wright, for everything. You’ve laid down a solid foundation for my success through your hard work and for that I am grateful. I love you. Rest easy, okay? You’ve earned it.
Have you ever lost a loved one? What helped you heal?