Thursday, February 08, 2007
Track 16: February Song - Josh Groban
It's funny...
When there's volumes of things to say, I can't get a word out.
My grandmother, Emma Churchill Thompson (Dawe) passed away on Monday, February 5th, 2007. She went peacefully, comfortably, and as a very, very loved woman.
When someone dies, people only remember the good things. Maybe this is terrible of me, but the day after Nan died, I was thinking about that, and I was trying to remember some of the "bad" things, because I don't want to remember her as perfect, because she wasn't. And truthfully, I couldn't remember a single one. I remember being mad at her, I remember being annoyed, but every single time it was because I was in one of my moods and I wasn't in the mood to talk to her, or she was interrupting my "me" time, or she was just trying to get to know me better.
I don't think there was a more beautiful woman on this planet than my grandmother. And I'm not just saying that because she was my grandmother, because she truly was the most amazing person I have ever known. In my ignorance and my romantic dilusions based on fiction novels and movies, I thought that on her death bed my nan would "choose a favourite". What I mean by that is I thought she'd favour one of her children or grandchildren more, like she would ask for someone more often than others, or she would want one person to always be by her side.
But it wasn't like that at all, not even close.
The way my grandmother showed her love to her family during the last week of her life was exactly the way Jesus loves us. She had no favourites, she had no negativity - she just loved. She loved everyone just because they existed. My grandmother loved Jesus with her whole heart, and that reflected in her life until her dying day.
I thank God I was given such a beautiful example of his love on earth for the first 19 years of my life. He really does know how to bless his children.
Moring is waking up
And sometimes it's more than just enough
And all that you need to love
Is in front of your eyes
# posted by Jillian : 12:05 PM
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