That you've laughed and cried at the same time? That you couldn't wait to get to your family when you heard the news and you need to be alone a few hours later? That you spent half the day worried that your skirt and pants would not fit for the two days of viewing and as soon as you got home you tried them on, and once they fit you felt you could now proceed with mourning?
I will write to tell you that I think yesterday was a perfect day to die. It is Christmas time which is shining and sacred and soothes the edges of my heart. It's cold and windy and it calls for warm clothes which wrap my body in comfort and lulls me into sleepiness.
It is perfect because her son was here for a few days to be with her and she went to heaven on his birthday. Her life begins on the same day his did.
Now I will tell you a secret. I asked God to give my gramma a soft death a few months ago. My gramma hated doctors and hospital and procedures and tests and even identification bracelets! If you are wondering how she died, she had cancer. Pretty bad cancer it seems. I don't know how long she had it but probably a long while, we never knew. And yet, she lived independently and ultimately spent just a few days in the hospital where she was diagnosed and then sent home with hospice. She never knew she had cancer. She never had to endure treatment or chose to refuse it. She had pain when she came home, but it was quickly managed by hospice and her loved ones.
She slept and slept in her own home while her family prayed and sang over her. She slept and slept while she was kissed and stroked and loved.
And then she died softly.
It was a perfect death.
My peace is perfect too.
My Gramma. (Click here)
2 Samuel 22:31 "As for God, his way is perfect; the word of the LORD is flawless. He is a shield for all who take refuge in him.
Arrangements: Martenson Funeral Home, Allen Park, MI
Viewing Thursday 5:30-8:00 p.m.
Funeral Friday 2:00 p.m.
Pictured: The Farm. Perfect.