An honest post about my life at this moment.

This is a picture from a little over a year ago. Probably the last time I’ll see my grandma this side of heaven. She is something. And if you know her, you know what I mean. Born and raised in Alabama she has a certain ability to tell you she loves you by telling you how “turrable” your hair is. Looking your best is important to her. 

She was a hard worker. She worked at Hormel. Her coworkers called her “Alabam” because of her accent. And I grew up hearing that I was one of “Alabam’s” grandkids She has not had an easy life. She lost her son. Her husband. And then her daughter, my mother. She has been sick countless times. Including lung cancer. She is tough. She is a fighter. She has a hard exterior. 

She is the matriarch of our family and my last connection to my mother. She sees it as her job to take care of us…but it seems she is ready for her journey home soon. And bless her southern heart, she is likely going to make sure we are all okay before she leaves us. 

Pray for her journey to be without pain. Pray she feels ready, even though I don’t know that we are. Pray she isn’t scared. Pray for my aunt and uncle who have taken care of her for as long as I can remember. Pray for the joy in the mourning. We don’t know when God will call anyone home. And it never feels like the right time. But if it’s His will it is the right time. 
We love you gma. And I promise not a single strand of hair will be out of place when my kids leave the house every day.