My Grandmother

My Grandmother passed away last Monday. She was such a beautiful lady, so full of life and so in love with Jesus. I hadn’t seen her in a couple of months.
It was just about a month ago that I was telling my girlfriend that she would be the only person that I would invite from my family to our wedding. And now she’s gone. I miss her. I should have gone to see her more often. I got to caught up with work and life… that just sounds sad. I’m not gonna lie, I’m disappointed in myself for not visiting her more often. But I know that she loved me. I know she was proud of me.
I was told to do the opening speech but I ended up leading the entire memorial ceremony. The family didn’t plan things out right but then ended up having me lead that service and part of the funeral.
I also got to sing for her and my sister played the piano. I ended up singing “Tears in heaven,” by Eric Clapton. It sounded nice.
The actual burial was pretty bad. I cried a lot. Everybody did. not cool at all. It hurt to see her in a box, dead, lifeless. Her skin was cold and waxy. It felt terrible to see this woman who was once so full of life, being empty.
And yet we move on, we move forward. With pain that stays and makes home in our souls, we press on, knowing that she is gone but that one day we will see her in heaven.