On the 7th of this month, I received a call from my father to hurry to the hospital: my Gram was fading fast.
With my heart in my throat, I ran to my car and raced to the ICU where the rest of my family was gathered to say goodbye. Almost all of her family was there: all of her children, all but one of her grandchildren, and all of her great-grandchildren.
As the doctors turned off the machines that were supporting her fragile body, she opened her eyes for only a moment. I have to believe she saw all of us there and knew how much she was loved.
To watch a spirit leave this world is to witness something holy.
Gram:
You were there when I came into this world.
In your memory, may I use my hands,
my hands that look so much like yours,
to work peace.
Until we meet again someday.
As the doctors turned off the machines that were supporting her fragile body, she opened her eyes for only a moment. I have to believe she saw all of us there and knew how much she was loved.
To watch a spirit leave this world is to witness something holy.
Gram:
You were there when I came into this world.
In your memory, may I use my hands,
my hands that look so much like yours,
to work peace.
Until we meet again someday.
