You may have read my previous posts about my Gramma Boes and her passing. You may have read my posts about how my twentieth year was going to be so amazing. I have not kept up with the goals I set for myself and there’s no one to blame but myself. Still, I have a story to tell.
My Gramma Husmann is a wonderful lady. She is the wife of a pastor, the mother to three boys, the grandmother to four boys and five girls, and the great-grandmother to seven boys and nine girls. She kept us filled to the brim with gingerbread men, pumpkin-shaped cookies, swiss steak, potatoes au gratin, chocolate cake, and licorice. For as long as I can remember, Gramma has always been ready for a hug and gave a big kiss in return. She is quick-witted and will make you laugh with a few words.
Gramma was not supposed to live this long. She had a heart attack two years ago, then broke her hip, her arm, and, most recently, her clavicle. Through all of this, Gramma has pulled through and proved that she’s Superman-tough.
This past month, though, her health has gone downhill. Her mind is not what it was and her body is failing. Since her heart attack, my parents have prepared me and my siblings for this time. We know that every moment spent with Gramma has to be cherished, especially since heaven has already gained Gramma Boes.
Please join me in prayer as Gramma has gone to be with Jesus. Pray for Grampa Husmann, as he’s lost the love of his life, and my dad and his brothers, as they’ve lost their momma. God’s plan is the best plan and we’ll trust him in all of this!
James 5:16 “Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.” *
*(underline added by me)
When Gramma goes, her house will be a little empty.
When Gramma goes, a pumpkin cookie will bring a smile.
When Gramma goes, I’ll miss her witty sense of humor.
When Gramma goes, I’ll cry for just a while.
When Gramma goes, Christmas will be strange.
When Gramma goes, I’ll remember her for my children.
When Gramma goes, heaven will improve.