Flashback Friday!

So this flashback is picture less, I apologize, but something happened this morning & brought this memory to me.

May 27, 1998, it was a Wed and I was a senior in high school. I was graduating from seminary that night. I had 2 finals to take that afternoon...German and Chemistry...it was a pretty good day. For lunch my friend, Kristina, and I drove to my sister's house as we usually did. When we drove around the corner down from the house I noticed my dad's Jimmy parked across the street then we drove around the other corner to park in front of her house and there was my mom's car.

'Something is wrong' was my first thought & I think I may have even said that.

When I walked into the house my dad's eyes were red & swollen & I could tell he had been crying for sometime.

"Grandma died last night" he told me "she had a heart attack. When grandpa woke this morning he had no idea. Her blankets were not messed at all. She was laying there very peaceful as though she just feel asleep and left us. Her biggest fear was a painful death and the Lord blessed her by peacefully taking her while she slept."

I just cried & cried.

I had to go back to school to finish my finals and on the way I heard for the first time the song 'Holes in the Floor of Heaven'. I cried some more!

I took the German test...it was quite easy...and told my teacher what had happened and that I needed to go tell me sister...my mom was already there. I finished my last final and then went home to be with my family. A couple days later there was a beautiful service with the church overflowing with friends of this wonderful woman! I remember nothing about it but that...the many, many people she had touched in her life.

Sorry, I didn't mean for this post to be such a downer. There is another part of this story I wanted to share.

Just 2 Saturdays before my grandma died, we went and spent an afternoon with her. I gave her a grandmothers book for her to fill out about her life & we talked all about it. How she used to go dancing with her brother & he would spin her 'round and around the dance floor. I think they went every weekend until she met my grandpa and then he would take her dancing. He would spin her 'round and around and into a corner and steal a kiss and then go dance some more. I loved her stories! I am so glad she told me because she never got a chance to fill it in.

She asked me my favorite colors...every grand-daughter for a graduation gift got an afgan made by grandma. When she died, she was working on mine, it was only about 1 foot by the width of a twin bed. Since she was working on mine then I got her bag of yarn with all her crochet hooks. I LOVED that bag! It meant so much to me. I know that's weird huh?!? But anyway, somewhere along the way the bag got lost. I thought it was given to my sister to finish the blanket and then others thought it was given to an aunt to finish. Anyway, it couldn't be found anywhere!! It made me so sad! That was MY afgan and it was lost. There were 2 other grand-daughters after me that got afgans made by others so I was the only one without their 'grandma' afgan.

Well, I don't know how many years have gone by now. I would say at least 5! Today was 'umbrella' day for Jennie at school and I was looking for an umbrella. I saw something behind some storage buckets in a closet.

IS THAT A ROPER'S BAG? IT IS A ROPER'S BAG!!!!

I FOUND MY GRANDMA BAG!!

I was almost in tears this morning as I celebrated and told my girls of their great-grandma. They thought I was crazy! My heart has been so happy today as I think back on the many memories of my grandma! I love you grandma! And miss you too!!