Remembering, With Love
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. My grandmother died yesterday after an entirely too-long battle with Alzheimer's. As the oldest grandchild, I was lucky to have known her when she was healthy, which she was during all of my childhood . It' s going to be hard to say goodbye to her this week, but it was much harder to slowly say goodbye as she descended into her illness. But that's not what I will remember about Grandma. I will remember how nearly-perfect she was. There aren't words to describe the depths of her kindness, there just aren't. I'm not a religious person, but Grandma was -- and she lived her life in such a way that religious or not, it was an example for everyone. When I think about her, the ...