My grandmother's name was Jewel. She taught me by example. My earliest memories of her are at Christmas. We lived 700 plus miles away. No matter what time we arrived..... and most the time it was around 2:00 am, she would meet us at the door. The little Charlie Brown Christmas tree glowing on the window. She had our need ready, coffee ready for her and my mom.
My granny's.house was tiny... probably 800 sq. Feet, but it seemed HUGE to me. There was a swing, not on a swingset but in an old tree on the side of her house.
She would make biscuits in a pan of flour.....slowly adding lard and.milk.... hand shaping each one as she placed.them on a cast
iron skillet. They were the best biscuits I have ever had. Mostly because they were made with love. My granny never ran me out of the kitchen.... she would pull up a stool for me to sit on. I'd watch, laugh, and share her thoughts and memories with me.
She gave me the greatest gift one person could ever give to another, attention. I had hours of undivided attention.....
Jewel gave of herself and her time to her friends, family and her church. She worked in the church nursery, taught Sunday School and GAs and was involved in anything that had to do with missions.
She taught me how to crochet..... she made many things for shut-ins that were crocheted.
She always tithed, she never worried about her needs, she knew the Lord would provide all she needed.
She read her bible all the time. She read bible stories to me. She let me help her when we would visit, teach Sunday School with her. She lead by example. Always.
She didn't have an easy childhood. She was disabled, from childhood Polio. She only had use of one arm. She never complained. She saw the blessings God bestowed on her. As the oldest of eight siblings, she became their "mother", and they called her, Mama Jewel.
As the years passed, she moved on with us. I grew up with her living with our family, in the same house as my parents. She never drove a car. But on 1997 she went to night school
and got her GED. She was a doer.
She lived life to the fullest, in service to others. Serving her Lord faithfully. Joyfully. Willingly.
This past week, my Granny went to be with the one she loved the moat. Our Savior. Reunited with her family, her daughter, her parents... and tons of friends. As much as it hurts to loss her, I rejoice in the fact that our parting is temporary. We will be together again, in Glory. She wouldn't want us to mourn her passing, but celebrate her homecoming.
I could only hope to be half the woman she was. I am blessed to have been her only granddaughter, her Robbie, her friend.