“In the last few days, I’ve spent a lot of time remembering things about my grandma. I’m so thankful to have had nearly thirty-five years to share with her, for she left me with so many good memories and examples.
“The apron she always wore as she served Sunday dinner. The way she wiped her hands on it as she would come back to the table from the sink, checking to see if anyone needed anything else.
“The image of her on her hands and knees, faithfully scrubbing the meeting room floors, yet never saying a word.
“The way she loved and cared for Grandpa as he was dying of cancer—a shadow in the background, not asking sympathy for herself at the very time she needed it most.
“The way she stood in the covered walkway of her apartment, holding her purse and Bible, waiting for our family to pick her up for meeting.
“Her key chain which on one side said, ‘STOP—have you prayed about it?’ and on the other, ‘GO in the name of the Lord.’
“The well-worn Bible she kept close by her.
“The hand-drawn birthday cards with the Bible calendar verses taped inside—parts of the verses double underlined.
“The last time I kneeled and prayed with her, the way she squeezed my hand and smiled as I told her good-bye.
“Grandma, there’s no more work to be done now. No one to serve. No sparrows to feed. No time to keep track of. No worries or fears. No pain, no sadness or loneliness now. No loved ones to leave you—we’ll all soon be there. You are finally resting at peace with the Lord.
“Grandma, you were satisfied with having nothing in this world—now you’re satisfied with having everything there.
“May I follow your example of service until I join you in heaven with our Saviour and Lord.”
B. Nicolet
Ed. Note: The above is an excerpt from our son’s comments made at my mother’s memorial service.