I don't even know how to fully capture the beauty of the life of Papa Bear's grandmother in a blog post, so I'm not going to attempt. I will say that even though I only knew her for about ten years, I loved her dearly, and she will be missed. Papa Bear lost his grandmother suddenly this past Sunday morning. Later that day, the little boys and I flew to Louisiana to be with family. Papa Bear joined us Tuesday for the funeral, which we are all so grateful for. This was a time to celebrate Nanee's life and impact, and I am glad we were able to share memories of her. I want to share one thing (of many) that was both cute and sad over the couple of days there:
How much can a four year old grasp death? Oh, we can talk tenderly of what has happened, explain the person's absence and share the hope and joy that Nanee is now happily with Jesus and
Big Daddy (her husband who passed about a year and a half earlier), but I know that my oldest son didn't really "grasp" it. And yet his beautiful innocence still surprised me when we showed up at Nanee's house, and he asked where she was.... and his same innocence touched me when I explained to him that Nanee's body (but not her soul - her soul was freely dancing with Jesus!) was in the closed casket. When I told him her body was in the casket, he said, "But how? I can't hear her laughing." Oh, how that brought tears to my eyes and a smile to my face. It still does as I write this. Big Brother remembers Nanee's laugh, and she did love to laugh. She was a happy lady, and we will miss her SO much. We already do, and I know it has only started to sink in. Until we see you again, Nanee, we love you!

Exploring Nanee's awesome backyard

Playing at Nanee's

A final picture at the standard "photo couch" :)

This is our picture with Nanee from our visit in January... a memory and visit I will treasure, and I'm glad she was able to meet her latest two great grandchildren.