Yikes, it’s Day 19 already?
Seems like this is going fast.
Ok…Endings.
Truthfully, when I think of endings, I think of death. And I don’t necessarily want to talk about that so I’m not going to. 
Last week I shared a little about my grandma and how she wasn’t doing well following a he
art attack.
Today I got to visit with her a little, and I noticed something.
First of all, she’s doing ok, so thanks to those of you who have prayed for her.
But she is 91…and so, whether she goes in ten years or in ten days, she’s in the ending of her life.
Visiting her tugs a little at my heart. She doesn’t hear as well
as she used to. She moves a lot slower. She needs a walker.
But today…there were good tugs on my heart, too…the kind that make me appreciate the end of a person’s life, especially when that person can take time to share stories that are full of history and legacy.
She told me stories today I had never heard before. For almost an hour, I sat and listened to her talk with my mom about things I never knew…about her siblings, about her family, about her kids, about the old, white farmhouse that holds so many memories.
I felt like a sponge as I soaked up their conversation, not really saying much myself.
When we got ready to leave, I noticed a picture of Grandpa A in his navy uniform that I had never seen before.
(My grandpa passed away before I was born.) I asked her about it because she has never talked about him much. She just smiled and told me that it had been out for awhile.
I made sure to tell her I thought my grandpa was pretty good looking.
I loved her response.
She got this young, girlish, sparkle in her eyes, and nodded. Yes, he was, she told me.
I loved that moment.
It’s one I’ ll never forget.
I was blessed to have today.
A peek into the life of someone I love who is in her ending.
But one who has completely lived and loved since her beginning.
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