Dear Friends
Today, a precious woman has passed. Elizabeth Witham was a beautiful woman, a loving mother and grandmother, known for her love and provision for everyone around her. She lived a long life of 92 years, and lived through more in her one life than most generations would see. I Love You Grama with my absolute whole heart, and I'm glad you are no longer in pain. I cannot wait until the day that I see you in Heaven, standing with Jesus. Where every tear will be wiped away, and we will be together in never ceasing to praise God for all that He has done for us. I'm sure you will find your favorite Easter Lillies in Heaven. fields and fields of them.
Sarah
I honestly never thought that I would see the day when my grandmother passed. She celebrated her 92nd birthday in january... I knew it had to happen, but I can tell you that I was starting to give in to the idea that she might outlive me. She was such a tough old lady, sweet and also hilarious...most were surprised at her wit, even in her age.
I feel filled with so many regrets.
Why didn't I make sure that she came to Easter? Why did I allow life to get in the way? to get sucked in to the drama between my dad and I to get in the way of my relationship with her? I don't think I've seen her since Christmas Eve. I feel terrible.
Not only because of that. But because all I can think of is how everyone treated her in that same way. I reflect more and more on the brokenness of my family. How she seemed to be the only thing that held them all together, and eventually, (about 6 or 7 years ago) not even she could do that. I remember family parties filled with party platters, tons of chips, ALWAYS coca cola in the fridge, and if the fridge ran out, then there were three cases in the back bedroom waiting to be put in the refrigerator. :)
I remember christmas trees at her house with always too much tinsel. Her house that had outlasted every other on the block, and was the strangest shade of green and yellow mixed together. I remember being afraid of the downstairs, being pushed down the stairs, and several seperate family members living in her basement. It was almost never empty. But that's how Grandma was- she was always trying to help anyone in the family. I remember when my dad used to live there, and the weekends that we would spend over at grandmas house. In the summer, using a coat hanger to try and open my grandpa's old car that always sat in the carport. She would never sell it, I think because she still wanted a piece of him with her. I remember her love for cats. Typically, a love for cats would not create the nostalgia that I'm experiencing in this moment- But with her it was different. She adored all things, even cats. She loved babies. I remember watching my little cousin grow up with her, and how much grandma adored little Ellie. From the time she was just a little baby, until now. Grandma loved ellie, and it seemed like every time I was over there, they were unable to part from the hip. I remember being six or seven, eating burnt english muffins in the morning from her toaster oven that had been broken for years and years. Pictures everywhere of all of her kids and grandkids. I Love you Grandma.
