In April, my dear Gramma was relieved from her suffering and went to be with Jesus. Though photos could never do justice to a life of memories, I'd be remiss to not share some moments from a weekend spent celebrating and remember Gramma's life.
Considering that much of my life has been spent living in different places, I count it a unique blessing that I was able to live near Gramma twice as an adult; first during my OBU days. I used Gramma and Sara's washer and dryer regularly(!) and gratefully enjoyed their treating me to Olive Garden dinners. I could always count on Gramma to be an encouraging listening when I practiced my piano at her house.
And most recently, we enjoyed living near Gramma since moving to Cheverly. How special for my children to get to know their Great Gramma! They developed their own special memories of her, which included 7-11 slurpee deliveries, watching cooking shows together, and celebrating birthdays at McDonalds =)
As Gramma's health began to decline, I was grateful to be nearby and count it a privilege to have watched the way Steve, Vallerie, and Sara cared for her in her last days, making arrangements for Gramma to be home and comfortable.
It was a beautiful day outside. Gramma died peacefully in the morning. And that night we had a Martin enchilada feast in her honor.
The following Easter weekend, I flew to Oklahoma to be with family for the memorial service. Spending those days with Aubyn and my parents was so special.
Many of the Martin family had dinner together at Uncle Bob's deli.
A special time catching up with the Devoss family.
The graveside service was simple and lovely.
Aubyn and I were slightly blown away by the good 'ol southern cooking pot luck lunch the ladies from First Baptist provided for the family!
The memorial service was held at First Baptist Church. We sang, a few people shared, and we cried through a photo tribute to Gramma's life. Deborah thoughtfully made the time to drive down and be with us for the service.
That night, we got together with family again and remembered Gramma with poppers; a Christmas tradition that includes a silly paper hat that we insisted everyone put on for a least a minute =)
When in Oklahoma . . . eat at Braum's.
I am thankful for the dear memories I have of Gramma, and the time I got to spend with family celebrating her life.