Remember

This morning after our family talk around the table, I realized that Yesterday was the nine year anniversary of Grandma Doris' death.  I sometimes wonder if God was preparing me for what was to come, because I was privileged to share in her final hours.  Yes, privileged.  There was no where else I wanted to be but in that hospital room to say my final good-byes to her.  I felt very small and insignificant but very special to be a part of the family that shared in her life and then death in that hospital room!  After her death, her last breaths haunted me for a while.  I had never witnessed the final hours of some one's death.


Grandma Doris was such a help to me when I joined the Crawford Family.  She was my connection to my roots, since her niece (her brother's daughter) was married to my dad's brother.  That would be Barb and Greg Peck, which are my aunt and uncle and also lived just down the road from my family and farmed together!  Crazy, yes, I know!!  Anyway, Grandma Doris had such a warmth and was such an encouragement to me as I struggled to find my place in the Crawford Family.  For some time Cade and I actually had our trailer parked at Grandma's house while Cade was logging around there.  I will never forget her hospitality!!  


These are times I want to remember so I can tell my children stories of the grandmother that they won't remember (although Treva and Cyrus may remember her some.)  I am glad that faithful lives can be remembered and continue to inspire and encourage us even when they are gone!!!  Her life does for sure!