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When I called Dad yesterday afternoon, he and Mom were at Grandma's little apartment sorting through things to collect what will be kept before the rest goes into storage. He asked if there was anything particular I would like to have, and I mentioned the sweatshirt, and we shared a lovely little bit of memory imagining Grandma in her sweatshirt causing a ruckus to welcome people into Heaven at the pearly gates. Actuality aside, it is the loveliest thought to me -- to see my feisty little grandmother welcoming bewildered newbies into Eternity with a shout and maybe a cowbell. Who wouldn't want to enter with that kind of audience? I look forward to my turn.
The end of May can't come fast enough.
The end of May can't come fast enough.