Thoughts after the death of a grandparent who is loved

My grandma died last Thursday.  And today was the memorial and the funeral.

Of course, a death and funeral is always something that makes me stop and think.  All of the sudden, the everyday things in life seem different.  I realize that this will all end someday.  That this truly is a journey.  That someday I will be the one laying there and having people says things about me, and having my body be taken away and laid into the cold ground. 

Obviously, death comes to all people.  It is something we cannot escape, unless the Lord decides to rapture, but I never want to be presumptuous on that. 

I keep thinking of the legacy my grandma left.loved me so much.    She wrote a story with her life, and if I can sit still long enough to listen to the story, i believe I will learn much.

Grandma was always such a good listener.  I was grateful that she was willing to listen to me so much, she was always caring about me.

I am sorry for the times that I hurt her.  I never meant to, but I think there were times that I did.

I pray that I will learn the most important lesson, that of loving people, of living for eternity. of realizing that I am not here on this earth forever.

Lord, help me to somehow live for eternity, in the midst of the everyday.  Somehow let other people be blessed.