
18 years ago with the Walker family: At 2 days to glory, Granny was laying in the living room. We thought that by hanging around the river to heaven, maybe God would take us all with her or let her stay with us. She was obviously in alot of pain and suffering. We were too, but we couldn't let her go.
I was the least of the children, only 6 years or so in the family. I had other things to do and I let my precious husband and daughter, who were both enraptured in her gaze, know that there was another side of the family who were also waiting for us.
I didn't know that this was the last time that we would see her. I was 1 week from delivery and seered by my own griefs and pains. Unthawed out from my own pain and I couldn't see the signs that this was the last embrace.
My poor husband, torn between, dying mother and emotionally distraught grieving wife and pregnant woman. Elyse was his only stable comrade in that struggle. He capitulated and decided to go with me, after praying with his mother and telling her to hang on and that he would be back on Monday.
I kissed her and Ben kissed her and Elyse stuck her face right in the neck spot and she yelped out a giggle that startled us all. A little 4 year old could find the only sweet spot that was left in a body wracked with the grief and ready to let go of this mortal and putting on the immortality. Maybe, if we would have stayed, we could've convinced God to take the entire family with Mom.
We couldn't go yet, but she left us here and here we stay, grateful that there is a God who we know has a road of purpose for us to travel that Granny stands with Jesus to meet us at the end. She is rejoicing with her Saviour now! We await the consumation of the age!
Grands can draw out a giggle from the deep!