Wednesday, February 01, 2006

My Grandma

A garden is where we will go. Grandma had stones in the garden to
place your feet. A little yellow Iris poking its ways through
the soil. Around to the front all the roses were blooming some
red, some yellow, and OH some the scent. My grandma and I would
love to go to the garden. Titi, come over here and smell this
one, I'm coming Grandma. Oh what a beautiful smell, the color
is so red. In the house to have lunch, Grandma stop, take a
sniff. What is that smell? Wisteria is its name;look at its
delicate purple color. In the day, of sharing a day with Grandma,
oh where have the years gone... Thank you for being you, goodbye
till we meet again.

My grandma was a special person to me, as I am sure thats the way it was intended. She called me Titi, as when my brother and I were small he couldn't say my name. When I was a teenager I would sigh when she called me Titi. She would reply that is what I will always call you. Today I am happy she had a special name for me. At times sitting in her room I felt like that little girl again. Then, God revealed to me she helped form and shape you in more ways then you know.
The morning of Saturday, I chose to walk where she shopped. I came back to her room to show her the flowers I got for her. Purple Iris's those were my favorite, Yellow roses were her favorite and the love of the outdoors. My grandma and I love to work in the Garden and put our fingers in the soil. She had lots of different types of roses in her front yard that she shared with me. I was able to be with her right up till the end. I was chosen to be with her, I had opened the window so she could smell the air one last time, then God took her into heaven. I was able to be part of things from her past, that is one way I felt special. Isn't it amazing how God allows certain people to be part of your life.
When I would visit her we both loved Norman Rockwell portraits. So, we would sit for hours looking through all the different ones she collected. Through the years I chose to cherish those plates as something we shared. Its not the meaning of dollars but the stories of how we looked at those plates. She will always be with me where ever I go, God has chosen that. After I came home I noticed something about the plates I own, they are grandparent plates. Its amazing how things work out, and you don't really notice.
I read these scriptures below at her funeral service.

Scripture taken from John 17

They knew with certainty that I came from you, and they believed
that you sent me. I pray for them. I am not praying for the world,
but for those you have for those you have given me, for they are
yours, and all you have is mine. And glory has come to me through
them. I will remain in the world no longer, but they are still in
the world, and I am coming to you.

I am coming to you now, but I say these things while I am still in
the world, so that they may have the full measure of my joy within
them.

My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you
protect them from the evil one. They are not of the world, even as
I am not of it. Sanctify them by the truth;your word is truth. As
you sent me into the world, I have sent them into the world. For
them I sanctify myself, that they too may be truly sanctified.

1 comment:

Lynn Bartlett said...

Thanks for sharing this. You must have had a wonderful Grandma.