Four Generations
A few years back (before Alzheimer's disease robbed me from my grandma) stood four generations of women hand in hand. My grandmother, my mother, myself, and my daughter. We had such a great time shopping that day. We laughed and giggled and shopped til we dropped.
But today, I'm at Children's Hospital waiting for my daughter to get out of surgery, while my mother is planning my grandmother's funeral. It's ironic how times changes things.
Grandma slipped into eternity yesterday, and we leave tomorrow to go and be an encouragement to my mother.
My grandmother left a legacy that she passed to my mother, and my mother passed to me, and I in turn have passed to my daughter. That legacy is one that will never fade, will never die, will never be forgotten, and that is the legacy of Christ. The best legacy she could have left us. It is worth far more than any tangible thing she could have left behind.
Thank you Grandma. Thank you for your prayers, hugs, kisses, etc. I miss you, I love you.