My Grandma...

I love the beach.

I visited there yesterday.

And it was fabulous.

But let me tell you something that made me cry.

My grandma Lena was there.

She is my dads mother.

Let me tell you a little bit about her.

She is kind, and loving, has the most forgiving heart, that I have ever met.

She is funny{in that Lucille Ball sort of way}and always giggles.

She has prayed for my mother even though my dad and her have not been married for 30 years.Every time I see her, she asks me how my mom is.

She just has a heart of gold.

I want to be just like her when I grow up. I want to be kind like she is, and remember to pray for people that have not been part of my life for 30 years. I want to giggle like her, make people smile like she does, and seek out the best in people, like she does. I want to love hymns like she does, and read my bible as diligently as she tries.

I want to love my husband like she does, and have soft hands like she does.

She is one of the most caring, sweet, kind-hearted people that I have ever met.

Yesterday she came out to the beach to see us. She has been diagnosed with Parkinson's disease and macular deneration for awhile now.

We unloaded her from the car and I pushed her in her wheelchair to the picnic area.

As I pushed her through the grass I began to realize that when she is gone I will miss her. She can not be replaced. As we sat and watched the sun set I kneeled down to her wheelchair and she thanked me for coming. She began to get teary and shared with me that she was not sure how many of "these" days she has left. I know that she is not afraid to die, she has a special place in heaven, I am sure of it. I can picture her entrance to heaven, and it will be glorious.. just like her.

So, yesterday I realized that each day is a gift with her on this earth. God knows the day and hour he will take her, but I will never be ready. She is un-replaceable. She is special and brilliant. She is my father's mother, and someone who I absolutely admire. So, today... I made a commitment that I want you all to keep me accountable to. And that is, that although she lives alittle over and hour away, I need to go visit her more often. Because when she is gone... I will regret not seeing her more. I will regret not hugging her more, and pushing her along in her wheelchair more.

Although she shared with me that she does not think she has many more "of these days left".... I want to spend as many days as I can with her... my next date on the calendar to go see her, Friday... Sept.17th.