Heavenbound
Grandma Joan welcomed me into the family right away. I'll never forget going my visit to see Grrandpa Jim and Grandma Joan on Wilbrecht Lane; she was up on a ladder painting the carport. I thought, 'what a spry lady for being somebody's grandma!' And she defied age like that for decades, with no medication and few ailments. I remember her rosary, her homemade pies, her sewing creations, her wit, and her pickles. Ah, the pickles.
Thanks for everything, Grandma Joan! Love you!
Your promise revives me; it comforts me in all my troubles. --Psalm 119:50
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