A look into my world: My beautiful Grandma!

I have been trying to write (type) this for awhile, but to be honest it's been hard on me. Nothing that I can say here justifies the type of person my grandma was. There are not enough words to honor the women she was. This is my attempt and my beautiful memories of my grandma.

My grandma was a beautiful women inside and out. She had a heart of gold and she stood strong in her faith. Her love for Jesus was never a secret. She lived to set a better example for all of us. And when we would fall she was there to kick us in the butt and get us back on the right track. She loved my grandfather with everything she had. Over 50 years together they would still fall in love more and more everyday. When he passed, she dreamed of being with him again. She waited 7 years, but she is finally in his arms again. I imagine their reunion after so long. She is now with the two loves of her live, Jesus and grandpa. I am at peace with that. That doesn't mean this hurts any less. There was so many things I wanted to say and so many things I wanted to apologize for, I regret not being able to do that.

When we were little my grandma use to babysit us for my dad. (Remember he worked two jobs and was in school) We spent a lot of time with her and we didn't always treat her the best. My grandma would give up her evenings every night to take us home and get us ready for bed and she use to read us the Bible. Although that didnt end well, that was the start of my journey of living my life for God.

My grandparent after they bought their house in Milford. Not long after, my grandpa passed away

My grandma's 80th Birthday! She had so many

stories, that I loved hearing!

As we got older all of us lost our way. At one point in my life I wasn't even sure if I believed in God. At that point in my life I felt like I only believed because I was told to. I was 18 and confused and the best thing I knew to do was go to my grandma. I went there expecting her to yell at me, but she didn't. She had so much love and actually understood my doubts. That was probably the best two hours I had ever spent with my grandparents.

My life didn't change much. I didn't give up my ways of living and I got pregnant out of wedlock. I didn't have the guts to face my grandparents. One day after a doctor appointment I ran into my grandma at Meijers and I knew from the second that I seen her that she knew. My heart dropped, but what hurt the most was the things that she said. Yes she was disappointed in me, but she also told me that they love me and want the best for me. She never once treated Julie different because she wasn't born the biblical way. For so long I never focused on the things that she said after she "yelled" at me.

I remember that every time I just felt down it my life it drew me to my grandma's. I never told her why I was there, but I always felt like she knew. She always had a way of making me feel better by just saying nothing. Sometimes I regret not saying anything.

I never told my grandma how much she meant to me until she was gone. I never told her how much the life she lived influenced me. I miss her so much and my heart feels so empty at times, but I know that she is where she lived her whole life to be and I will always have the memories of her in my heart.