Yesterday my beautiful grandmother, Jeane McLravy, passed away. I praise the Lord that she is in heaven now and that He took her home as peacefully as possible, in her sleep. But it was still a shock. I had enjoyed a 10-minute phone conversation with her last Thursday. Little did I know that it would be our last conversation. I am looking forward to attending her funeral in Columbus, Ohio this weekend and celebrating her beautiful life with relatives.Yes, when I think about her life, the word that always comes to mind is beautiful. Grandma was the most beautiful woman that I knew, inside and out. She had a beautiful face. She wore beautiful clothes. She decorated her house (and later, her apartment in the retirement community) so beautifully that it could have been featured in a magazine. I remember that I loved going to Grandma's house on Christmas Eve as a little girl. Her dining room table would be beautifully set with delicious homemade food and desserts for the extended family. As we sat in the living room and opened our Christmas presents, we oohed and aahed because Grandma gave the most beautiful gifts. As much as we all admired her outward beauty and style, though, her inward beauty was even more precious. Grandma was humble, self-sacrificing, kind, and gracious. She loved people, and she loved her Savior Jesus Christ. I am so honored to be her granddaughter and to have witnessed first-hand the spectacular beauty of her life.
Sounds like your grandma was a special lady, Laura! So glad she was a believer and that you have the comfort of knowing she's in Heaven. *Hugs!*
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