Still a Gramma

This thought made me so absolutely happy today when I thought of it! One of my friends from school was checking up on me, asking how I was doing and holding up.

How many children go to Heaven before their parents, before their grandparents? It is a sad thought, but it's reality. Between Layla Grace and all the other innocent children who pass away from cancer, and between Clay and all of the kids that are lost because of accidents, how many are there? I don't know, but I know there is some.

In Gramma's bulletin at her funeral, there is a saying that I got to help pick out that was printed on the bulletin. The last few lines read,"When you must come this way alone, I’ll greet you with a smile and say “Welcome Home”."

That is just the kinda thing my gramma would do. I can picture her standing at Heaven's gates, being the gramma for all of those children who come to Heaven without their parents or their grandparents to meet them. Gramma will. She will take them in her arms, love them, bake more cookies for them than they could ever need, and play with them for hours. And when I do make it to Heaven, I know she will be there waiting for me too.

She's still a gramma. Now to more than her 4 grandkids, now she is a gramma to hundreds of children who walk into Heaven's gates. She is still a gramma!