I have been a bit neglectful of my blog lately, and that comes partially from avoiding this post. I haven’t wanted to write about my Grandma Lois passing away this September 7th, even though I have been thinking of her every day since she passed. My blog has always been a place where I capture significant moments of growth and record memories I don’t want to forget. This post fits here, although it feels different than others. Her death feels more real as I write about it, and I just feel sad. I’ve been sad for three months now, and even though I’ll continue to grieve, I still want to honor her memory. Her life has helped shape who I am and I am blessed to have her in my family tree.
My grandma Lois met my grandpa Glenn, the boy next door, when she was 14 years old. They lived on neighboring farms in Normal, Illinois and fell in love, marrying when my grandma was sixteen! I love hearing stories about their love and relationship. How he would flip his porch light on and off to let her know he got home safe, how she would tease him and prank him and make him laugh. They raised six children together (my dad was the baby!), and they have nineteen grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren! I have always considered myself to be immensely blessed to have a large family, and I thank my grandparents for their faithfulness to each other and their love of their family.
I was blessed enough to grow up with my grandparents next door as neighbors, and I have so many memories of living near them that I cherish: eating delicious pot roast dinners at their house, watching my grandma water her dahlias in the back yard, watching cartoons and movies together, eating popcorn and discovering ice cream sandwiches, celebrating birthdays together, learning to ride a two-wheeler in front of their house, racing my brothers across both of our backyards, watching my grandpa and dad build houses together, and even witnessing my grandparents flirt with each other! I feel so blessed to have experienced a couple that truly adored one another. I look forward to growing up together with my own husband, and I am thankful I have gotten to witness such a beautiful love story.
It has been so hard to watch my grandma live without my grandpa for the five years after he passed away. She missed him everyday they were apart, but looked forward to see him again in heaven. I am so grateful both of my grandparents became Christians together in their teens, and I am thankful they are together now! I am thankful that I get to see them again as well! Thank you to my grandma Lois, for living a wonderful example, and for passing on your appreciation of beautiful things.
”Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?” 1 Corinthians 15:44-45