Sad Week

Last week was a bittersweet week for me. I had a great week in Korea and at work and in the midst of it I learned that my last remaining grandmother had passed away. My dad's mother had been in ill health for quite some time. She lived in Frontenac at the nursing home that our church visits. Each time we went on those Sunday afternoons I would seek out my grandmother and Sarah and I would talk to her. She once hollered at one of the nursing home workers then, when they had left the room, she looked at us, grinned and said, "That's how I talk to the help." We laughed and laughed. Helping her smoke felt strange and wrong somehow. It was only one smoke after a lifetime of smoking and I guess it calmed her down. Her favorite candy bar was Mr. Goodbar, definately in my top five. Grandma Bunn, I wish I could have been there. My family understood, but being around them would have been nice. I once read that the reason it hurts so much when someone we care about passes on is that it was never meant to be that way. Death was not in the original plan. Pray for my family. Thanks ~ Micah