So, today is a REAL downer of a day... actually it started yesterday... We went to visit my Grandmother in the hospital around 4 pm... we didn't get home until about 8:30 this morning. After a very rough and long fight my Grandmother finally was let into those Pearly Gates at 7 this morning...7 a Holy number... It was a bittersweet moment as we all stood around her, praying, sending her off with our love. As we finished the Our Father, her chin quivered, and her last breath escaped... she was gone. She wasn't in any pain. She had morphine since about 8 last night. She had slipped into a coma like state after lunch yesterday and never came out of it, thank goodness. Last night it was nice, the pastor of their church stopped by and said a wonderful mini service at her bedside complete with songs. He read a few pieces of scripture and then said a little eulogy right to Gram. Then he began to sing some hymns. One that really got me and caught me off guard was "Morning Has Broken"... I'm not going to think of that song as just a song anymore. Also, upon request of my one Aunt, we also sang "Silent Night" in both German and English... I will also never be able to sing this one straight again either. A bunch of the family left because they had to but there were 6 of us that stayed vigil... making 7 of us in the room... 7, a Holy number... And I'm so glad I stayed, because just before we prayed we were all standing around her and I gave her the I Love You sign (She always gave that to us as we left)... I was the last one to show it to her before she left. I thank the Lord for her life and for the memories I can share with others and I also thank Him for taking her when he did. She was one stubborn German I must say, fighting to the last moment for one more breath. Rest In Peace Gram, Rest In Peace.