On Sunday I took a nap with my grandmother and we had a heart-to-heart. I haven’t taken a nap with her for years and years… since I was a little girl who didn’t recognize the importance of such moments.
With cancer wreaking havoc on her 78 year old body, I’m trying to memorize every moment with her. I’m just afraid she doesn’t have a really long time left on this earth (but, then again, how do we know any of us do?).
The reality of her shortening time with me hit home real hard Sunday when I went upstairs to grab a new book and ended up laying beside her in bed. I know it will be one of my most treasured memories with her.
We talked of heaven and how exciting it will be.
Of seeing Jesus’ face.
Of eating without thinking of calories.
Of uncorrupted taste buds.
Of the glory of God.
“Yes,” she said with a tear-filled voice, “There are much worse things than death.”
“For a believer,” I added.
“Yes,” she nodded, as a tear slid across the bridge of her nose. “I was actually talking about me.”
My tears came then.
I’m so thankful for Grandmama Jean and for the opportunity, though painful for both of us, to see her finish well. To watch her praise God though cancer is tightening its grip on her is a testimony to God’s work in her life and just how far He has brought her.
I wish my sister could be here in Colorado with us. She has always been Grandmama’s pride and joy and I know she aches to spend quality time with her before she reaches her heavenly home. I’m praying she gets to do just that before all we’re left with are memories.
But oh what great memories they will be.