My dad's mom went to see Jesus face to face yesterday. What a sight she gets to see! Our meager human brains have no way to comprehend what sort of elation that moment will hold. As I mowed the yard today my mind replayed memories of Nanny. The way she smelled. The sound of her laugh, I can hear it like she's sitting here with me. The way she wore sterling and turquoise jewelry with nearly ever outfit. Her stunning blue eyes in stark contrast with her black hair. Her house down my the riverside in Douglas, Wy. The apple butter on toast that she always served us for a snack when we were little. The way she called me "darlin' ". The sound of her voice when she called me, "Becky buttons". The crazy amount of bags she took with her wherever she went. The way she loved "Papa" more than life itself, even after he died. I barely knew Nanny, but I will always be sadened by the fact that she is no longer with us. It's strange how the human brain works. My love for Nanny, my desire for her to still be living - just to know that she is still living is driven almost entirely by sentimentality. I didn't know her heart. I didn't know her struggles. I didn't know her deepest desires. I didn't even know her personality. I haven't seen Nanny for 6 years, yet I was deeply saddened to hear she had passed. She is my blood, so I love her. Her legacy lives on in an ever growing family. She is the matriarch of a family who's members live on to praise Jesus on this side of life, because she took the time to introduce Him to each of her children as she mothered them. Her children rose up and called her blessed. Now, she is basking in the King's glory with her oldest daughter and the husband she loved so entirely. Her children call her blessed. Her grandchildren call her blessed. Her great grandchildren call her blessed. She is a blessed woman, indeed! Enjoy Jesus, Nanny. We will be with you again one day.
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