Here we are, on a journey very similar to one we traveled just months ago: my grandmother is dying.
My dad is in Ohio, waiting at her bedside, caring for her in her final hours. We have thought multiple times that she would not live through the day, but she continues to hold on.
It is hard to know how to help my dad, when we are so far away. It is hard to live with our lives on hold, knowing that at any given moment, we will need to load up the children and seemingly all their belongings to travel across the country. It is hard to wait for an update; it is hard not to call and check in, since there is so often no news to report. It is very, very hard.
It is encouraging to know that her long journey is almost over, and she will be in the arms of the Lord soon... but she's not there yet. When she is there, we will rejoice with her. But until then, this is very hard.
I love you, Grandma,
Don't hold on for us. Better things await you, especially your husband, your son, two of my children, new lungs that are cancer free, and the Lord you have loved all of your life.