Two years ago today, my grandma passed away. Earlier in the week, I had sung at the funeral of one grandma. On a Wednesday morning, my dad called to tell me my other grandma passed away.
Two funerals. Two grandmas. One month.
It was a really awful month.
I still miss my grandma a lot, but I'm no longer filled with grief. I know that Grams is with Grandpa. Most importantly, I know she had put her faith in Jesus and she's singing with the angels in Heaven.
I doubt my girls will have clear memories of my grandma. They'll have memories of pictures of her, and they'll have memories of the stories I tell.
She was amazing. She was adventurous. She had style and class and dignity. She loved me and spoiled me rotten.
Two months after my grandma's funeral, I was pregnant. If we had a girl I knew what her middle name would be.
Harriet.
Both my grandmas were named Harriet.
Both my grandmas would have loved Adelynn, and she would have delighted them to no end with her smiles and personality.
Addie won't ever meet her great-grandma Harriets on this side of heaven, but she will hear stories about them, and carry the blessing of their name around with her.
Thinking of my grandma today, and missing her so much.
I'm just super grateful for all the lessons she taught me, all the memories I have of her, and that I got to be part of her life.
