Note from me:
Shortly after my gramma passed away on January 12, 2003,
I received the following story from my uncle in an email.
I liked it, so I thought I would put it on a memorial page for her.
She was the best gramma ever.
She never had an enemy cause she loved everyone.
Her stories were full of passion and love.
As she was so full of love.
God was so very pleased with her.
My mother bought gramma a coffee cup one time and it said,
"God danced the day you were born".
And, yes that is certainly true.
I know He was well pleased with her when she arrived in His kingdom and I know He said,
"Well done, my good and faithful servant."
She was pure in heart and humble, so she seen the face of God.
Gramma's life was full of adversities,
but she never gave up and never gave up on God.
Several bad things happened to her,
but it did not quench her spirit.
She had a heart of gold!
A love for God, family, friends and life that no one could take away.
She perservered through all of life's tragedies.
She even beat cancer at the age of 83.
Many times we would take gramma to the hospital and the doctors would say,
"There is nothing we can do, she is not going to make it."
How many times we heard those words!
But gramma was a fighter and she did survive again and again.
She was 103 when the Lord finally called her home.
I can not say enough good things about her.
She will be missed greatly.
I love you, Gramma!
In time, I will hug you again!



The young mother set her foot on the path of life.
"Is this the long way?" she asked.

And the guide said: " Yes, and the way is hard.
And you will be old before you reach the end of it.
But the end will be better than the beginning."

But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe
that anything could be better than these years.
So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way,
and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them,
and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark,
and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close
and covered them with her mantle, and the children said,
"Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead,
and the children climbed and grew weary,
and the mother was weary.
But at all times she said to the children,
" A little patience and we are there."

So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said,
"Mother, we would not have done it without you."
And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said,
"This is a better day than the last,
for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness.
Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I have given them strength."

And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth,
clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped and stumbled,
and the mother said:
"Look up. Lift your eyes to the light."
And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory,
and it guided them beyond the darkness.
And that night the Mother said,
"This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."

And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years,
and the mother grew old and she was little and bent.
But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage.
And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather;
and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could
see a shining road and golden gates flung wide.

And mother said:" I have reached the end of my journey.
And now I know the end is better than the beginning,
for my children can walk alone, and their children after them."

And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother,
even when you have gone through the gates."
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her.

And they said: " We cannot see her, but she is with us still.
A mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."

Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street,
she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks,
she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.

Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she's crystallized in every tear drop.

She's the place you came from, your first home.
And she's the map you follow with every step you take.
She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, not space...not even death!

Not even death!
We have our memories of you, gramma.
Our hearts are full of love and you will never be forgotten.



Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. The child asked God,

"They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"

God replied, "Among the angels, I'll choose one for you. Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you." The child further inquired, " But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy."

God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."

Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"

God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."

"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"

God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."

"I've heard that on Earth there are bad people. Who will protect me?"

God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life."

"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."

God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you."

At that moment there was much peace in heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."

You will simply call her "GRANDMA."