Last night at 11:25 PM, my sister and I walked my grandma to the Great Door and dropped her off. I watched her go from labored breathing, to the infamous rattle to calmer, shorter breaths. We were there as she walked into the arms of Jesus.
I am not sad. I could not want grandma to exist in her state any longer.
Human nature is to miss someone. It is my Christianity that rejoices in her passing. Grandma was in a state that she would never want to be in and we encouraged her to make the rest of her journey.
I kept thinking, "What is Grandma waiting for?" We had all given her permission to go. It seems like a self-centered thing to say since death is a happening and not a permissive something. It hit me. The Pastor was there and we were talking. He was saying about my grandmother's concern for my aunt. As soon as I talked with grandma and promised her that we would take care of my aunt, within 10 minutes, she had left us.
I have no tears. Truly. Why would I want to take her back from her Heavenly Home? I rejoice that my grandmother, a woman of great faith, is now with her Lord and Savior. I had tears for grandma for what she was going through, but now that she is gone, my tears are gone.
Grandma's suffering has ended. What a great day!
Thank you so much for your kind words and prayers.