She was a devoted wife and a loving mother to her two daughters, and it’s safe to assume
that her greatest joy and her greatest sadness was watching them
both commit to a life of ministry in France.
I didn’t know my grandma well–it’s one of the downsides of the MK experience–
but I’ll remember her as a feisty lady who lived her life and particularly its
ending with courage and unflagging optimism. I’m grateful that she
danced this morning into the Land of youth, joy, and
unending supplies of butter pecan ice-cream.
She left in her sleep, peacefully, with her
daughters nearby. I can only imagine
what her reunion with my grandpa
must have been…