Hands

My beautiful grandmother died on Saturday, September 5th, around 5:00 PM. Just in time for cocktail hour :)
By the grace of God, my dad (her son) my mom and I made it up to New Jersey about 10 hours before she took her last breath. I was able to hold her hand and kiss her cheek. I told her how much I loved her and that it was OK to go. God answered a huge prayer for me that day because I just wanted her to be with her loving family before she went onto to her loving God.

I looked at her hands and though of all the love she had for her family. She held my grandfathers hands when they said "I do" almost 59 years ago. She held her babies in these hands. And her grand babies. Her nails were always beautiful. There was so much love in her hands. I took this picture of our hands so that I could always remember I was there for her, like she had always been there for me.

During her final hours, someone always had a hold of her hand. We didn't let go until we had to. It was so hard to let go, but we know that we will see her again one day, and she will take a hold of our hand as she shows us around His beautiful Kingdom.

I love you grandma and I'm so glad I was able to spend your final hours with you.