My Grandma went home to Jesus last week, November 5th, 2014.
My grandma went home on Wednesday morning, she was one of the most amazing women I've ever known, she was a wonderful example of a Christian wife, mother, grandmother, woman. She was always kind, never spoiled us grandkids, and always had things to teach us. Some of my fondest memories are popcorn and apples, crazy 8s, fresh baked cookies (but not right before dinner, if you were starving you got a piece of bread and butter), walks to the mailbox, holding hands dancing around a small Christmas tree on the way to pick blackberries, jello with fruit or marshmallows, fancy chiffon cakes, and records on the console record player, "You can't roller skate in a buffalo herd" is my favorite. She loved jigsaw puzzles and I loved doing them with her. She made me eat spinach once and when I started gagging she said I never had to eat it again. She was a faithful follower of Christ and lived it better than anyone. She taught me my very first song on the piano. I am named after her "Cora" is our first name, she didn't go by it and neither do I but I am proud to share it with her. She is with Jesus and I'm so grateful God made her my grandma.
I sang at her funeral, she had always wanted me to sing "Serenaded By Angels", a southern gospel song about angels serenading you to the throne of the King. My cousin, Jennifer and I sang Sweet Beulah Land and Shall We Gather at the River. Grandpa so wanted me to sing "Whispering Hope" but I couldn't get it together in time. Whispering Hope is an old hymn and is hard to find nowadays, I always remembered it in a big cream and brown colored songbook that sat on my grandparents piano and it was the only song I could really play out of that book.
As I was sitting there listening to my grandpa's pastor give the message at grandma's service I just kept thinking...tell them about Jesus, tell this family, my family, about Jesus. And he did, he said if we wanted to see grandma again we had to be born again, had to have a relationship with Jesus Christ. I was thankful for him and inside I wanted to stand up and preach along with him. I told James later that at my funeral they better preach the gospel hard and give an altar call. It's the only thing that matters....Jesus. I hope they got it, I hope my family, extended and all, really heard Jesus preached that day.
I loved seeing all these family members I hadn't seen in so long, it was a fantastic weekend. My grandma...a wonderful woman, full of grace and love...a life worth celebrating.
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