Not a Day Goes By...

That I don't think of my dear grandmother, Jean, from Scotland. 

Why is it that June and July seem to be times of remembrance/reminiscing in people's lives, almost more than even when a new year begins? I think it must be because so many people have their anniversary in the summer, and then there's all the summer birthdays, but for me, there is also the deaths. Both my grandmother and grandfather died in June. It was the day after my 10th birthday for my grandfather and then 10 years later, on the 30th of June for my grandmother. She was very loved and loved many, and I took her death pretty hard though not as hard as some, I'm sure.

Gran had a definite love for animals

I didn't blog about her on the 30th of June, but I am now.  First and foremost, I am thankful for the confidence and peace I have in knowing she is right now with her Saviour and with her God. I cannot wait to join her and to be able to see her again! I long for the day. My Mum and I still get teary every time we hear or sing "The Haven of Rest". It's worse when we're together. And "Amazing Grace" on bagpipes will also bring tears almost every time.



I often look at Lucy and wish she could have met Gran and gotten to know her. I know Gran would have simply adored her! I am thankful that Lucy has her very own Gram who is much like my Gran. I also know that if the Lord tarries, Lucy will not be lacking in people to tell her lots of stories about Gran. I'll be first in line. I do have a sneaking suspicion that Lucy will be very close with her own Gram and for that I am very thankful as well.

with her "I love you so" (favourite)

Over the past 7 years, I've wanted to drive over to Gran's or call to talk to her many, many times. We spent quite a bit of time together when she was alive (thanks to my Mum who knew this was important) and I often wish I could ask her for her advice in my life now. If I could go over to her house right now, I'd sit down on the couch beside her knitting and the paper and look at her as she sat in her favourite chair and ask her how she managed to take care of 3 babies/toddlers who were 13 months apart with no running water. Of course, I didn't think to ask her this when she was alive because it was the farthest thing from my mind. If I could ask her today with her knowing that I have a one year old and another baby due in about two months, I can imagine how she'd respond. I figure it might go something like this, "Well, it might be hard sometimes, but you'll be fine, Dear. You'll do just great." And she'd say this with her adorable accent, that she didn't think she had. I could go on and on about how wonderful Gran was and tell all kinds of great stories about her, but my time is limited.

It is wonderful that the Lord sees fit to bless us with very special people in our lives who add to the person we become. It is always difficult when He sees fit to take them Home to Himself also. I'm thankful that slowly but surely, the ache has eased at least a little bit. I'm thankful for the comfort the Lord has given me throughout these years and the joy I know I will experience when I see her again in Heaven. I'm thankful for the heritage she left, the love she showed, and the wisdom she passed along. I miss my Gran.