My Grandmother, My Daughter

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Father of the fatherless, and protector of widows, is God in His holy habitation. Psalm 68:5

This summer did not go at all how I envisioned. Plans were made. My better half would build furniture pieces for an upcoming art festival, and I would dive into gardening, preserving food, and painting the greenhouse. Nothing went according to those plans.

At the end of May, my grandmother (Nana) had another heart attack. Weeks later she was finally released to a nursing home near me, thirty miles away from her house and the rest of my family.

This was not an accident. It doesn’t matter how busy you are, God will always find a way to put you where He wants you to be. He wanted me at Nana’s side.

Since my grandfather’s death ten years ago, my Nana had become sad and bitter in life, almost unbearably bitter. She had heart…

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2 Responses to My Grandmother, My Daughter

  1. What a beautiful tribute to your grandmother. Last week my MIL died after living with us for 7 years. I understand those last days and appreciating the good in those we love. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. mhpurdy says:

    Hey Christy!

    This is so beautiful! Thank you for sharing with all of us.

    Love to you, Andy, and Eden!

    Hunter

    Sent from my iPhone…

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