It has been exactly one month ago today since I held the hand of my sweet "Nanny" , sang "Amazing Grace" and watched her breathe her last breath.
Nanny lived each day with wisdom and grace, teaching us more about having joy in the midst of hard times, loving each other and holding close to the Heavenly Father through everything.
I have a million and two memories of my Grandparents, especially since they lived exactly the next driveway up from my childhood home. They had the best driveway, the one with the perfect hill and perfect mudpuddles to jump in on a warm summer day after a summer shower. I learned to ride my bike in that driveway and spent many afternoons on their porch swing "breaking beans" and shucking corn.
My favorite memories though, are of the everyday mundane when Nanny and Papaw would both stand at the sink and wash dishes. They never had a dishwasher and they never spoke a harsh word about one another. I can still see Nanny washing the saucers and coffee cups and Papaw rinsing and drying each piece.
I think that I have learned the most about love and marriage by watching my Grandparents. They gave their all for each other, truly cared about one another and constantly put the needs of each other before their own. They were also rarely seen anywhere without one another. They completed one another.
During Nanny's final years on Earth, she searched long and hard for Papaw. She wanted to be with him so badly and she wept for him. It was so hard and heartbreaking.
So tonight, we will not weep because we miss her so badly, but we rejoice that she is now with her love and the creator of her soul.
