Chismville

My dear Grandma suddenly went to be with Jesus on Friday evening. Through the enormous generosity and love of my husband–later reimbursed by kind friends, my sister, Jennifer, Joel, and I were able to fly home to Maryland on the Saturday red-eye flight. I was too tired to say anything at the Memorial Service Sunday evening, but here are the thoughts I wrote out and shared following Grandma’s burial.

I always think of the Psalms when I think of Grandma and Grandpa. Maybe it is because I have so often heard Papa pray that their leaves would be very green and that they might still bear fruit in their old age. (incidentally, this prayer has always been true of them)…
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On the exact middle of the month of Febuary, I took Joli out for a date night. After our romantic Italian dinner, Joli gave me a sweet love note that caused me to lose my appetite for dessert. At the end of the note, which I accidently read first, said these words, “…Dad x2.” Stay tune for further updates.