To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. This scripture is one mom and I talked about a lot over the last month. She was ready to shed her earthly tent and go home to be with her Lord.
One of the first things Sarah and Jason told her when we arrived at the hospital on Wednesday was it was ok for her to let go now, we are all here.
Jason told her "Grandma, you are going to see your King, it's so awesome Grandma you are going to see your King."
It was less than a half hour later she was gone.
There are a lot of things we think about when we think about my mom. Things like she absolutely loved to have her feet rubbed and it was a very common thing for her to ask Sarah to rub her feet for her. Sarah was rubbing her feet up to the moment she passed on.
She had a sweet tooth, something she inherited from her dad. With a love of candy, Sees Butterscotch squares were her all time favorite. Her favorite sundae was Strawberry ice cream with marshmallow topping. She loved graham crackers with her homemade frosting in the middle.
There were many times we all remember her going to the store to get a birthday cake just because she loved the frosting. Sarah talked about the time her, Aunt Sharrie, cousin Christina and Grandma bought a birthday cake, which they all shared right out of the box. Her reasoning was why take it out of the box when they were just going to eat the frosting.
She loved music and some of her favorites were Judy Garland, Frank Sinatra, Elvis, and The Gaithers.
Conversations with her were always a learning experience. Because of her extensive love of books and movies it seemed as though she could have a conversation with anyone about anything.
Her gentle nature could put anyone at ease. Many of those who knew her all said the same thing. She was the most loving, caring and encouraging person they had met.
The most important thing about her is she loved the Lord and looked forward to meeting him. Her name described the beautiful person she truly was inside.
Everyone called her Rose.
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows lies the seed that with the son's love in the spring becomes the rose
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