Granny's in the Garage

Back nine years ago my husband's grandmother passed away. She was an amazing woman of God. Everyday she would pray (and I mean PRAY) for her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. She was known as Granny and Big Granny. No other person in this world could make a homemade sweet potato pie like Granny.

Granny loved to go out on her boat, by herself, and fish even though she could not swim. One of her son-in-laws would kid with her and tell her to tie a rope around her waste so if she fell in the lake and drowned, we wouldn't have to drag the whole lake for her body.

Granny lived a long good life. When she died it was hard.

We went up to Sneads, FL for the funeral, saw many friends and family, and returned home to Central Florida.

About two weeks had passed since the funeral, our son Judah came in from the garage. He was about three years old. He announced to everyone that Granny was in the garage. I was confused and for a moment I thought he must have seen someone. I went into the garage, looked around, came back into the house and told Judah no one was in the garage. He assured me that his Big Granny was in the garage.

I took him by the hand and together we went to see Granny.

When we walked in I asked Judah, "Where is Granny?" He pointed at a pile of objects stored in the garage. I was still confused. "Judah, Granny is not out here." "Yes she is." Judah was convinced. "I don't see her", I said. "She is in there," and he pointed.

As I looked at what he was pointing at I realized what he meant. There in front of us was the car top carrier. He thought it was Granny's casket. He thought we had brought her home and stored her in the garage. I don't know how long he thought she had been there. I had to open it an show him we were not keeping Granny in the garage.

My today,
Christy