Someone to watch over me...

Two years ago, heaven became sweeter when 

my Grandma joined Jesus there.

I think about her often and wish with all my heart 

she could have met Jack and our Keegan.

 I can't help but recall my Dad's weekly conversations with her.

He would call at the same time every week on Saturday.

I would listed in and smile, as it was obvious that no matter

how old my Dad was he would always be 'her Joey'.

What a wonderful blessing as Christians to know that she is free from

any bodily pain she was in.  Gone is that wheel chair and breathing machine,

and in their place is a restored, perfectly healthy Grandmother, who I 

have no doubt is watching down from heaven.

Love and miss you, Grandma Cookie...