It's unreal to think my grandma has been in the presence of her Savior for three years now! I've been thinking about her lots recently, and there's a strange comfort in thinking about things she loved:
I miss her, but I'm so happy she's home. I'm thankful for little reminders of her life... like using her wooden clothespins to hang my clothes to dry in Laos, making her famous cookie recipes, or playing "Like a River Glorious" on the piano. Most of all, I'm grateful for the spiritual legacy she blessed our family with- a priceless gift.