This morning at 8 AM, my grandmother of 97, almost 98 years, passed away. She had been suffering from the effects of a stroke in a nursing home for about 4 years. Yet through it all, although human, she smiled, was a joy to be around, and had an enduring and very real faith in Jesus Christ.
Yesterday, suddenly, she suffered a major stroke which put her unconscious. Our family was called by the nursing home staff and we came to see her. Her family came to see her and many of those out of the local area called to pray and tell her that they loved her.
Around her deathbed were many members of her family who stayed with her for hours praying, talking to, and being with her. During this time of prayer there were many Rosaries said, many Divine Mercy Chaplets prayed, the Anointing of the Sick, Litanies of the Saints, Prayers for the Dying, and reading of scripture. We loved her deeply and we were very sure that God was there to protect her and bring her home. I am also sure that her late husband of 20 years was there waiting for her as well, yearning to be with his beloved wife once again.
Yet, as I saw my near 98 year old grandmother lying in bed and struggling for life, I reflectively saw her as a little girl, skipping, jumping, and being an adorable and playful child. Then I snapped back to the present moment, and I saw my grandmother covered in the love of her family and the faith that she had taught us through her example. As it winded down to near 11 at night, quietly, and reflectively I kissed her forehead, thanked her for being a great mom to her kids and grandmother to her grandkids and I told her that I loved her – knowing this would probably be the last time that I would be able to do so.
As I drove home, a bit overwhelmed in emotion I reflected.
First, I rejoiced in the love and faith that surrounded her as she lay dying. As I talked with my wife when I got home, I told her that I hoped that when she died some day, I wanted nothing more for her than what my grandma had – to be surrounded by those that love her and those that are praying fervently for her.
Second, her life made me want to give that gift of love and faith to a child, maybe a child without a Mom or Dad, because I knew that those gifts are the best gifts anyone can receive and my family is always there to give it in a deep and profound way.
Third, her dying moments taught me the same thing that she taught her kids, grandkids, and everyone around her – nothing is more important that faith & love. If you have faith & love and nothing else – you have everything.
Thanks Grandma. We love you. We’ll see you soon.
