95. She turned 95 this May.
We named our boy after her husband. Gordon. Such a man. Such a husband. Wish he were here. Even so, a daughter unfurls the yellow table cloth and we celebrate. Grammie wears a blue sweater made years ago; all that blue coaxed in to stripes and a curving collar to encircle her shoulders.
Over rosemary roasted chicken, we open cards. The great-grandchildren cipher out scrawlings. Grandsons give hosta and a daisy. Her children surround her. Grammie blesses each like the strains in an old hymn. Each verse rings sweeter than the last.
Every day Grammie prays for us. Every day like Daniel of old, she marks time by her prayers. There on old blue carpet, brilliant blue in the living room, she speaks our very names to the Lord in heaven. Her knees grow tired, but her voice is strong. Each day she comes again, bows in prayer. Each day she calls out blessing and healing as she waits for heaven. Such riches I've married into.
7 comments:
To the third and fourth generation... what a blessing for you all but for your children and grandchildren... amazing.
It was such a heartwarming sight to see her cuddling your sweet baby girl in the hospital. What a blessing that you get to share these moments together. :)
Heritage. So much is passed down. So much is gathered by staying close to the family tree. Fruit--lots of fruit.
What a blessing!!! I know you guys covet her prayers!!!
It reminds me of my grandma who lives in Belarus. Oh how I would love to hug her right about now...but I know that my God is taking care her! :)
I think I teared up! I hope to be a pillar of faith, like Betty, to my great-grandchildren someday. What a legacy.
have i mentioned how happy i am to have met you? "like strains in an old hymn"... oh, the words you weave... i celebrate your beautiful Grammie. and her blue. bless you.
wow, what an incredible blessing to have her as a Grandma.
and can I just say-- Jack's dimples. Oh. my. sooo cute!!!
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