
Well, Today involved a lot of reflecting. I was just told that my grandma has less than a week to live. Her lungs are slowly filling up with fluids and she sleeps all the time. She is an amazing woman. She never really knew me because of her memory, but she still didnt hesitate to hit me with her cane when she wanted my attention or yell at me in Dutch if I was showing too much skin. She is a strong woman of faith and I look up to her. It couldnt have been easy coming to Canada as a young mother of two and then have 5 more kids. She raised her children well and we all love her very much. My last day with her was awesome. I was lucky enough to see her about a month ago when I was up in Houston. We spent the day together knitting, looking through old albums of when her kids were young, and reading her birthday cards. Because of her memory, she read her two birthday cards that I gave to her for about 2 hours straight, over and over again. I love sitting there and watching her get excitement out of the cards every 5 minutes. She has everything to be proud of. 7 kids, too many grandkids to count and even more great-grandchildren. She is 92 years old and until now, has been happy and healthy. Grandma, May angels lead you in.
This picture was taken by my grandma of my grandpa. I love it because it just captures him doing his own thing, with mans best friend right beside him.




