My Gramma

My gramma Boschman passed away this afternoon. She was 91 years old, lived a good life, had 11 children. She had gotten the flu a few days ago and her body succumbed today. She is with Jesus now, and as I think of that I just smile. I think that her pain is gone, her memory is restored, that she gets to see grampa again (it's been just about 24 years since he passed away), and her other children who passed away as adults, as well as those who died as babies.

My memories of gramma are very clear in my mind. When I think of her, I think of orange tang in brown plastic cups, served with ice wafers and fig newtons. I remember her reading to us from Our Daily Bread as well as the Bible at the breakfast table every morning. I remember sitting on her lap as a child asking her about her family ring and which birth stones belonged to which of her children (there were 13 stones and she remembered them all!). I remember she had this little practice putting thingy. You would putt the ball into it and it would shoot the ball back to you. I remember her rock tumbler polishing rocks. I remember the tick tock of the old clock in her living room that is now in my parents living room.

On Tuesday I will go to Carrot River to say goodbye to my gramma. Though we have not been close for the last 10 years or so, I will hold these memories dear in my heart. I have not been to a funeral for a long time....I don't like funerals, I know that no one LIKES them, but I have issues with them. So I am hoping that it will be okay. I ask that you pray for me and my family in this time of sorrow and grief. Also, my one aunt and uncle are in the middle of driving out to Victoria from Red Deer right now and no one has been able to get ahold of them. So we could use some prayer that the RCMP would be able to track them down and allow them to make it back for the funeral as well.