About two weeks ago, Great Grandma had a mini stoke. She got very sick. After she had the stroke we came to visit her as often as we could. Which was more often than we usually did.
We used to go and see the birds with her before the mini stroke, but then she couldn’t. She had to stay in her bed. She listened to us read, and she slept and sometimes talked to us. “I love you! I’m thirsty”. It was hard to understand her when she talked, but we kind of understood.
We went to visit her before ballet and after ballet. We went and read to her and talked to her. I gave her a great big hug and kiss and told her “I love you”. The last thing Great Grandma said to me was “I love you.”
Last Friday, she moved to heaven. There are streets of gold and gates of pearls. And Jesus lives there! Great Grandma is now running around picking golden flowers. She is not sick anymore. She will never be sick.
When I die, I’ll move to heaven too. I asked Jesus into my heart. That means that I know that Jesus died on the cross for my sins (things that I do wrong) on Good Friday. He rose again on Easter! He is God! This is real! The Bible is true!
On Saturday the 14th, we went to Great Grandma’s Memorial service. When we got there there were just Oma and Opa and David, he’s my cousin, and more family.
Uncle Josh was the first one to talk about Great Grandma. Then I gave mine. I said that Great Grandma was one of my best friends. We read together as we snuggled and she used to tell me poems. I quoted the White sheep poem.
After, David and I played and blew bubbles. There was some candy corn and m&m’s and candy pumpkins. They were Great Grandma’s favorites. We raided them. They tasted yuuummmmy!
If I could talk to Great Grandma now, I would say, “I love you!” and give her a great big hug.
She would say “I love you too!”