Yesterday, I got the news that my grandma went home to be with the Lord. It’s so hard to be halfway around the world right now when I really want to be home with my family.
Here’s what I wrote for my dad to read at her funeral:
Someone once told me that I have my grandmother’s hands. I took that as a compliment because, in my opinion, she the most dainty, beautiful hands I’d ever seen. But even more beautiful than her soft ivory skin and slender fingers, was how she used her hands. With her hands, she made the most delicious potato salad and Italian cookies I’ve ever tasted! Her hands always welcomed us into her home and gave us a special treat whenever we visited. With her hands she sewed many beautiful things: my mom’s wedding dress, clothes for me and my dolls, and my 8th grade graduation dress just to name a few. Her hands also knitted the warmest, most comfortable slippers and blankets for us grandkids every year. She was very proud of our family and with her hands she collected pictures and made photo albums so we could remember the good times we shared for years to come. Her hands wrote countless letters and cards to encourage others. She was a very hard worker and her hands were always quick to help others. Her hands clapped and cheered for us at countless sports games, recitals and graduation ceremonies. With her hands, she taught Sunday school and led pioneer girls faithfully for many years. My grandmother was one of the most generous people I’ve ever known and I have many memories of her outstretched hands offering a gift to another. She gave, gave, and gave some more. She gave her time, her money, her talents, her abilities, and her heart. I love that someone thought that I have my grandmother’s hands because I hope my hands will produce as much love, compassion and encouragement as hers did. I miss my grandmother very much, but her hands– and her life– left lasting fingerprints on everyone she touched. I rejoice with the thought that her hands are now being held by her Savior, Jesus. And it’s in his loving hands that He’ll hold her until one day we meet again.