While I was in Texas, I was fortunate enough to get to spend some time with my 94 year old grandmother. She had an eye infection while I was there, and had to have surgery to remove the eye. That was the last time I’ll get to see her- she passed away last night.
While I’m very sad that this sweet, plump little four foot nothing woman is gone, I know she’s in Heaven and she can see Grandpa and her son Morris (my Uncle Ben) who both passed before her; she can see all her friends and family and she’s probably singing and excited that she has two good eyes again.
I will miss her wit and her sense of humor and her sweet sing-songy voice. She may be gone, but she is not forgotten.