A couple of weeks ago I took Camp to go meet his Great Grandmother and for me to see her for what I knew would be the last time. It was a wonderful time with family. Like most families, we ate, laughed and told great stories. Here is a picture of Camp with most of my Dad's side of the family. (Unfortunately my Aunt Judy and Uncle Cliff were not there for the picture!)
Most of the time we were there my grandmother seemed to remember me well enough. Our conversations were good, but it is not those conversations that I will remember always. The thing I will remember always is my last sweet moments with her on our way out of town. We stopped by to see her and she was more alert than she had been in months. She not only remembered me well, but was overjoyed to meet her sweet great grandson. She had her humor back and we joked back and forth about this and that. She loved on Camp the whole time, kissing on him and holding him. She cooed at him and he smiled back and it was precious. She snuggled with him for a long time and said that he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. That is the moment I will remember always.
I learned later how much that time was God's gift to me... she spoke of our time together in the following days, but spoke little else that made sense. She never regained the clarity she had that morning but peacefully went to be with our Lord and Saviour and my handsome grandfather.
I will miss my grandma greatly and I am so thankful for her godly legacy that I hope to pass on to my son.