The Truth about Missing someone.

I don't think we really know just how much we miss someone until we have lost them for good.
This week I said goodbye to one of the most amazing and beautiful people I have ever known. Someone I have had the privilege to call my grandmother. My grandma was the most loving person I have ever met.

Grandma passed away last Sunday. It was a shock to us all, a phone call none of us were expecting. She was healthy, she walked every day for 40 minutes, up until the day she died. She had no major health concerns. Grandma was even planning a train trip out west this summer and in the fall, she was planning on going to Israel. She asked my whole family to come with her on the trip to Israel, it was one of the first things she said to me last time I saw her. She told me, "I've always said I wanted to go to the Holy Land before I died". She had no intention of going anywhere.

There was always one thing I knew I could count on when I saw my grandma. She would always stand up when I entered the room and move towards me, she'd give me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and say "ohhhh, I love ya". I'll really miss that. She was just so loving, I never heard her say a bad thing about anyone. She was honestly the kindest women I have ever known.

There are so many things that I'll miss about grandma. Even the funny quirky things that just made her her. Like repeating the same story over and over, her little laugh, her wave, or her inability to make a joke. I could go on and on.

My last memory of grandma is a good one. Something I'm so happy I could share with her. Grandma came to Port Perry to see Luke get baptized. She was sooo excited. I sat beside her in church, and listened to her "ohhh" and "bless you!" and make all sorts of other proud noises as my brother was in the tank ready to be bapitized. After she clapped so hard, she was sooo proud. During greeting she told EVERYONE that she was Luke's Grandma and Ruth's mother. I just sat back and smiled as she went to person after person beaming about her grandson. That night, she asked if she could come with me and my mom to bring me back to Redeemer. Even though she wouldn't be home until after midnight, she still wanted to come and see where I lived. I was excited to show her my school, and I wish she could of seen it in the daylight. But nevertheless, She got to see my dorm, she saw my room, and met almost all of my roommates. Later, I was told she talked about that short visit days afterwards. That's the last time I saw her.

Yesterday, I was looking through her journal. It was filled with page after page of prayers, and thoughts and concerns. She was brilliant, and had a heart for God I can only wish I had. She was so inspiring, and so encouraging.

I know she's in Heaven, and I'm sure shes telling Jesus and all the Saints just how much she loves them. She really is in the Holy Land....