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...