A Funeral

My 98 (and a half) year old grandmother died on Thursday, early morning. She had been put in a nursing home just a few weeks ago and then placed on hospice on Wednesday. It was expected and not expected all at the same time.

She was a phenomenal woman who birthed 3 boys. She became a widow before I knew her and lived a content life. She played 3-4 rounds of golf into her late 80's. She quit playing only when she moved away from the golf course community that she had called home for over 20 years. When she moved into the metroplex, she was worried that she would gain weight, so she bought herself a treadmill and walked 3-4 miles a day to stay in shape. She really took care of herself. She was one of those people who never seemed to age. Really, she looked the same as the day I met her as she did just last year.

She was a good person and I think all that knew her would say the same...

(She had 3 sons, 6 grandchildren and 10 great-grandchildren that affectionately referred to her as grama.)