Growing old, there comes a time when one is given the time to sit. No business... no rushing here or there... frailty prohibits much activity. It was in this time of my grandmother's life that I remember her the most. Her true character came out not through the great deeds she accomplished throughout her days, but for how she made you feel when you came to sit: like the most loved of all.
There was refuge in sitting with grandma. No judgment. No expectations. A woman who saw others as Christ sees them.A grandma who loved you for who you were.
Happy Birthday, Grandma. We miss you.