You loved without expectation. You gave without thought of return. Matriarch. Mother. Grandmother. Great-grandmother. Woman of compassion. Woman of strength. Child of God.
My wife called me just after I got to work this morning. She said simply, “I hear the angels singing.” She needed to say nothing more. I knew the song was a welcome for her grandmother.
For the last few days, her failing heart had deprived her brain of oxygen and cause a mild delirium. This tiny, 92 year old woman was calling for her mother like a child in pain. Her mother heard her child’s cries and came for her about 9am this morning. Peacefully showing her the way home to her true Father.
The tears begin, but thankfully, the song remains.