96 years

My grandmother died sometime this morning. She would've been 97 in May.

I'm sad. But I'm happy for her. I know where she is now. I'm also sad for my dad yet happy that he won't have to face the stress of continuing to care for her. Kind of all mixed up about the news, I guess...

What I can celebrate is that she had such an incredibly long life filled with faith and such a positive impact on so many people. I can only hope that someone will say the same of me if I reach that age.

I think it's ironic that we sang "Glory Defined" yesterday at church. The song popped into my head as soon as I got the phone call this morning. When I talked to my brother this morning, I mentioned that, and we realized we're both partly jealous of what she's experiencing now.

"I'll wake up to find your glory defined, and I will finally bow at your feet. I will lift up your name in honor and praise. When I cross over Jordan, I know that I'll be running home to you."

I bet it'd be really cool to see my grandmother run again...