Memento Vivere
- February 17, 2011
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It’s Thursday night, and as I type this, my grandmother’s health is failing rapidly. She’ll be moved to Hospice care in the next day or so, and she’s not expected to survive much longer.
I will no doubt miss her terribly. Her antiquated West Texas slang, her amazing homemade peach cobbler, and even her constant nitpicking and borderline anxiety disorder. She bought me my first Bible (King James Version, naturally) and then threw a fit when I announced one Sunday that I was wearing jeans to church. (The horror!) But as much as I’ll miss her, I can rejoice in the fact that she is a Christian and that she’ll finally be going home to her Lord and Savior.














