We took turns holding her hand, reading scripture to her, reliving memories of her life and listening to soothing music. At around 6:30 the next morning as I was knitting and talking to Grandma, God decided it was time to take her home. Mom and I were right next to her as she took her last breath. It was the most peaceful event I have ever witnessed.
About an hour later when Grandpa Arnie arrived to say goodbye, I witnessed him giving the love of his life her last kiss.
I still wonder why God let me witness these events. I never thought I would be strong enough for something like this, but I thank him every day for it.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about Grandma in some way. Whether it's by looking at my tea cups in my kitchen, eating cashews, needing a cooking question answered or drinking a Pepsi.
On the anniversaries of any of my grandparent's deaths, I can't help but remember all 3 of them. I was lucky to have the 23 years I had with Grandma Jeannette, the 18 years I had with Grandpa Clarence and the 13 years I had with Grandma Barb.
Love and miss you Grandma!
Here's a picture of us at Grandma's last Christmas with us.
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