My wonderful grandma is doing worse. They are not talking about surgery for her fractured hip, but hospice. This makes me very, very sad. Okay, she's 96, but I want her to live! Yes, she's had a great life. Many of my most happy childhood memories are from when I would visit her each summer. She would spoil me (relative term, we were dirt poor, so she bought me new school clothes) and love me up!
I know I keep anonymous, but here's a picture of me and Grandma last year at her 95 birthday party.
Please pray for her, that she find peace (oops, I typed peach the first time!).
Please also take a moment to think about/call/thank the women in your life who bring/brought you joy.