Today my grandma would have been 93. I wish she was here. I wish I could talk to her as an adult, to ask her about her childhood, growing up with almost twenty siblings, now that I think about it I'm sure getting married and just living with my grandpa must have been a slice of heaven. She had probably never lived in such quiet.
I would love to ask her how it was raising ten children to adulthood, how she survived rearing children so close together in age. My mom's clique are about the same age as mine. My mom is two years and twenty-five days older than her brother who in turn is fifteen months older than my aunt.
I would love to ask her about how her faith stayed strong and when it wavered how did she keep going being born at the end of one war, being a teen through the Depression, raising children through two other wars, rearing children from the late '30s to the '70s, losing children, parents, siblings, divorcing, remarrying and becoming a minister's wife, along with every day life stuff.
My grandma was one incredibly lady who loved her family and most importantly loved her Creator. Maybe if I remember the questions or if they seen important when I see her again, I'll ask her. I wish my kids could have known her, be held by her, but didn't she do something better for them...she prayed for them, prayed for the future generations she might never see. I pray that one day she will get to see them.
Happy Birthday Grandma! I love you! I miss you!
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