Last Words

Over the last few days I've had opportunity to spend a lot of time with Grandma Roberts.  She went home this morning (July 31, 2017) to be with her Father as well as to be reunited with her husband.  I've said it several times this week.  I think Lewie was waiting for her on a bench by the Pearly Gates.  No doubt he kept looking at his watch.  When she finally did show it he no doubt said, "Well it's about time, Jackie!"  :-)  To which God looked at him and said, "Go work on your mansion."  He no doubt has plans for a whole neighborhood up there.

The last few days have not been a struggle as some might think.  Yes.  I've had my moments.   But sitting with the family and listening to them reminisce about their mom and dad was not only a comfort to me but also opened doors to my past.  Hearing Dad talk about getting hit on the head by a dump truck by his sister Peggy when he was five and then returning the "favor" with an Indian to the cheek was not something I'd hear in an every day conversation (although Dad has brought that up before.  More for his sister's "benefit" than anything else.  The whole brotherly love thing.  For some reason she's always in earshot...) But there were also some other things that spoke to the Roberts Family Heritage that were discussed.    The 2500 plus homes that Grandpa built.  The blizzards, restaurants, building codes (or lack thereof), that Grandpa worked with.  All the history that surrounds our family.  The stories I head this weekend were incredible.  I actually felt like I became more of a Roberts as a result of it just because I knew more about our heritage.

Now, as I was sitting in Grandma's room there were a couple times when Dad left me by myself.  It was these times when I talked to her.  Thinking about it now maybe I should've felt weird about it but I didn't.  She was hours from death at that point.  I can't remember what I said but I do know one thing.  I was so grateful that God gave me the opportunity to say good bye.  Because I had that chance.  And while I won't be able to make the funeral I'm happy that I was able to give what I could.   Plus, She's not going to be there anyway.  She's got a new body, is in heaven and is even now communing with her Lord and Savior.  That is something to rejoice over!    So Grandma, until we meet again!