Sweetest Grandmama Yet Sassiest Lady Eva

I guess it's good that I've skipped the blogging for a bit because this post is still going to be hard even now. It's been almost 2 months since my Grandmama went to meet Jesus face to face. She's made her self at home in heaven by now and I'm sure she's in the choir if they have one. Jesus is probably having her make biscuits for everyone. My Grandmama was 91 and passed away just days before Christmas. It was one of the hardest yet sweetest things I've ever witnessed. Someone deteriorating here on earth only to enter heaven and gain a new body in heaven. I believe God let me see just how bad and dark suffering can be, to truly be able to gladly tell her to go on to be with Jesus. Having her for 33 years of my life made me believe that I'd never know a day without her loud talking and wet kisses. But time is fleeting and life is short ... Even 93 years short. It was so hard to let go of someone who has meant so much to me. But her body just couldn't keep any longer. I am so thankful she met, held and loved all my babies. She was crazy about each one and they loved her too. I had always promised her I would speak at her funeral and tell the story of her wedding night. But fearing her wrath I didn't share that story of how marrying at 14 left she and my Granddaddy clueless to how knocking the boot actually took place. We all know they figured it out because my Mom's brother was born a year later!;) I want to document what I said at her funeral so I'll just end the post with that. 

Can I brag for a minute? My grandmama spent her life bragging on me . Chances r she spent some time bragging on you too. So I promised her when she finally went on I'd have some bragging to do on her. 
I wanted to give time giving God some glory and to honor a lady who left a legacy that I'm not sure anyone could ever live up to. 
The legacy she left stands out to me in 3 significant ways. Her prayer life, her love for her family and her personal relationship w Jesus. Chances are most people in this room know what it's like to be her family...blood or not. She had a way to make everyone feel like you were her favorite. She was always "so proud you came" and if you let her know when you were coming. She'd have all of your favorite foods. For me it was biscuits, fried chicken and fried okra. For others it was her tomato gravy...but pretty much anything she cooked was delicious. She'd have it ready for you and if you weren't hungry u best just hush bc you were gonna eat it!  She loved her family to bits and we all knew it. 
I learned so much from her, from lessons about money and fruit at the fruit stand to things about your boyfriend that your grandmother should not say!  She taught me family is important. 
One of the ways she taught this was through her prayer life. As a young girl my grandmama was the only person I'd stay with and when I did we'd get to kneel at the end of her bed and we'd pray. As we both got older her prayer example continued and even when I got old enough to sleep in the room next door I could hear her get down on her knees and pray. She never gave up on anyone and lifted so many of y'all up nightly in sure. She was persistent with The Lord and she wasn't afraid to tell him just how she felt. But those prayers got louder as the years wore on and he hearing got lesser. She never quit. Praying with her these last few weeks was a gift I'll always cherish. Especially bc she couldn't let me end the prayer; she had to join in. She never missed a chance to talk to Jesus. That example is one part of her legacy I hope to pAss on. ...

I sadly just discovered the rest of what I wrote/said was somehow lost! I am so upset. But will have to finish another day. So to be continued...