I think it’s impossible to truly understand how much you can love a child until you have one of your own. I imagine the same is true of love for a grandchild.
If my grandmother’s love for me was any indication, it is a deep love, an encouraging love, a sacrificial love, a thoughtful love, and a joyful love.
It is a love I’ve known well, and one that I am missing today.
It feels as if we had to say goodbye much too soon, as the Lord called her home last week. Yet I am filled with hope that it is not a forever goodbye.
Until the day we are united again, I will always remember my grandmother’s love.
In hope,
Shelli
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