|Beautiful Grandma Eva|
Today is a sad day in our household. I suppose it is strange to be sharing anything about a personal loss with all of you, but tonight, because she was one of our particular tribe, I think it is appropriate.
Today we lost Grandma Eva.
Some of you will remember my sharing about The Husband's precious grandma. Ninety-six years of love and grace and blessing. I'm sorry that I only knew her for 15 of those years. She was a delight.
Grandmothers are special people. I don't have any grandmas by blood anymore. I lost my father's mother when I was just a child - around 6 years old as I recall. We were visiting when it happened. I was hastened into the next room when, in the blink of an eye, she was gone. Then, many years later but several years ago, my maternal grandmother passed, although the grandma I knew had been gone for some time. But when The Husband and I married, I gained two grandmothers-in-love. Love indeed.
Grandma Eva, this beloved, petite, wisp of a woman was stronger than you could imagine. She knew the heartbreak of the loss of a child and the loss of a husband. She knew the joy of grandchildren and great-grandchildren. And she knew the joy of knitting. To many it may sound silly, but you...I know you all know exactly what I'm talking about.
That got me to thinking...
While we are mourning her passing from this life into eternity, I realized there has been another passing. A passing on of all that she was to those who knew and loved her. And that was a lot to pass on. Our lives are all richer, fuller, more complete because Grandma poured herself into us and into everyone she encountered, even strangers.
Knitting was a part of her.
Until a few years ago, I wouldn't have understood. But I do now. And I hope and I pray that I continue the tradition. Here's to you, Grandma Eva. I love you. I will miss you dreadfully. And I hope to make you proud.