Earlier this evening, my husbands grandmother passed away. The situation was almost unbearable. The love and support that the family showed was overwhelming, delicate and touching. Joan Moore was a beautiful woman inside and out. She brought up 4 amazing children, who in turn have given her grandchildren upon great grandchildren. I have known her for ten years and yes, this was difficult for me to watch and feel. I too have lost my grandmother, some years ago but I understand exactly how they feel. She was greatly loved, respected, ever loving and ever giving. She had an outstanding marriage and an utterly respectable/wanna be life. She was so sweet and sincere, always reading a Nora Roberts novel and never letting the moment pass to tell how sweet or beautiful you were. I only wish I could take the hurt away from the family, other than my own, that I have known for these past 10 years. It willl never go away. That is the hard part.
There will be a time like this again one day and it will all come back. Holidays won't be the same. Life will feel a little less joyous . . . but, only if. Only if you choose not to have faith. I always try to remember the wonder that my grandmother created, the lessons she taught me and the love she gave me. It moves me forward. I remember to that there will be a day when I will see her again. Nothing will exist in this place but our happiness, eternal life, love for each other and love for Christ. I celebrate the years that I have know Granny Moore. I admire how she lit up a room, how she carried herself mysterious yet so evident, how in tune to her family and life she was, how adored by so many. It hurts to know that she is gone but at the same time I find comfort in knowing that she is with God and comfort in knowing how well her family will hold together because of how well she taught us.
I leave you with a photo of Joan Moore (October 31, 1924-June 24, 2008) and a small quote that reminded me of her:
"There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away"
Emily Dickinson
photo courtesy of Russell Moore
There will be a time like this again one day and it will all come back. Holidays won't be the same. Life will feel a little less joyous . . . but, only if. Only if you choose not to have faith. I always try to remember the wonder that my grandmother created, the lessons she taught me and the love she gave me. It moves me forward. I remember to that there will be a day when I will see her again. Nothing will exist in this place but our happiness, eternal life, love for each other and love for Christ. I celebrate the years that I have know Granny Moore. I admire how she lit up a room, how she carried herself mysterious yet so evident, how in tune to her family and life she was, how adored by so many. It hurts to know that she is gone but at the same time I find comfort in knowing that she is with God and comfort in knowing how well her family will hold together because of how well she taught us.
I leave you with a photo of Joan Moore (October 31, 1924-June 24, 2008) and a small quote that reminded me of her:
"There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away"
Emily Dickinson
photo courtesy of Russell Moore
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