A year ago my grandmother passed away. I remember being by her bedside earlier in the day before she left this world. She was in pain, moaning, and couldn’t communicate with those who loved her. She had been in the hospital and a nursing home for over a month. Somehow that day when I went to see her, I knew within my spirit it was the last time I’d see her. I kissed her on the cheek as I was leaving and told her goodbye. I knew it was a forever goodbye. I walked to my car, crying, but I didn’t want her to stay here and suffer any longer. I knew it was best for her to go, but I also knew my Mom and grandfather wasn’t ready to let her go. When I got home, I told my husband what I felt. I cried and waited to hear. Just as I had thought, the phone rang after 10. I knew what it was about. I answered and heard my mother crying, telling me that Mamaw had passed away.
My grandmother was the greatest influence on my life. She taught me to love others, to love God, and to hope for the best in others. She would fix a sandwich or a meal for anyone if she thought they were hungry. She was a grandmother to anyone she encountered. So because of this, we grandchildren always were comfortable with bringing our friends in to visit alongside us. My grandmother had a servant’s heart. She had an enormous heart for others, she would pray for all of her family everyday. I would often come to visit and before I knocked on the door, I would hear her and my grandfather praying, calling out our names to God to save us or help us in our problems. She has left a legacy for our family. We all were touched by her and I know her prayers didn’t go unheard. I miss you, Mamaw!