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“Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.”
Psalm 116:15

My great grandmother went home today. She was 98 years young.

It’s unfortunately rare these days for a boy to know his great grandma, but it’s a special thing when that boy is grown with children of his own (who get to know their great, great grandmother) before she passes away.

I got to see Grandma for the last time on my birthday this summer. She was recovering from a heart attack at the time, but she still had her sense of humor. We asked her if she remembered when she was 29. She said “No.” Then with a smile, she said “I remember when I was 98.” I realized then that I had inherited some of her sense of humor.

Tonight I’m not really sure what to feel. Half of me is torn apart, wishing that I could stop in for a visit just once more (and get another bowl of her banana pudding). The other half of me is thrilled that she lived such a full life of loving people and is finally able to go home.

I’m happy she’s home now, but I sure could eat a bowl of that banana pudding.