
This beautiful woman is my grandma Joyce. Today, she would have been 39 years old... again! As far back as I can remember, she would give her birthdays away to her grandchildren so that she wouldn’t ever have to be older than 39. Four months ago, her temporal body suddenly failed her at the young age of 72, but the energy that radiated from her Spirit was never any older than 39. I guess she really wasn’t pulling our leg afterall since she probably always felt “39”. I think that is why her death was so shocking to me... cause she was so young at heart and full of life! Not a day goes by that I don’t think of her and miss her. Her death has been the single most painful thing I’ve endured in my life. I wasn’t ready for her to leave. But then, come to think of it, I don’t think I ever would’ve been ready for her to leave. I guess that’s why we are bonded as grandmother and granddaughter for eternity.

The Sunday after she died, grandpa (isn't he handsome?) got up and went to church. I was surprised since the death of his sweetheart seemed more than he could bear. Later that night, I told him how proud I was of him for being such a strong example to our family by going to church. He looked surprised and said, “Well, do you think for one minute that grandma wouldn’t let me go to church? She’d say, ‘Bill! Get out of bed and get to church!’” He’s right! She would’ve said that to any one of us! In fact, I bet she’d be somewhat disappointed in me for mulling over her loss this long. She would want me to carry on, happily pressing forward and being productive.

I am proud to call her my grandma. I’ve heard so many describe her as their “best friend”. I know for sure that she was definitely one of mine. She never brought any attention to herself. Instead, she always showed a genuine interest, concern and love for others which really made her so lovable cause you knew she cared about you! One of my favorite things to do was just sit and talk with her. We'd talk about anything and everything. She was full of infinite wisdom. She had a beautiful perspective. I nicknamed her “Dr Joyce” cause she always had solutions to my college years crises.

Grandma wasn't a perfect person, but she strived to do all the things she was supposed to do. For me, the only good thing that has come from her death is my renewed committment to be just like her by doing all the things I'm supposed to be doing, too! I want to make her proud!

I knew the day would come when she'd have to leave us, I guess I just imagined I would be much older. My kids were just starting to get to know her and love her as much as I do. She was a huge influence in my life and it's so comforting to know that she will continue to be an influence on the other side to family yet to come.
HAPPY 39th BIRTHDAY GRANDMA!