So today was my granny’s funeral and I didn’t know how I was going to make it but my Best Friend came through for me again. First, He’d prepare me before hand of her passing by telling me I’d lose someone I love. Then He made certain that I was sure she was saved and was going to be with Him. And finally, He gently got me out of bed with one of the most fun experiences ever – I was dreaming that I was in church but instead of a typical service people were just clowning around and trying to make each other laugh. It was so funny (the jokes in the dream, even though I can’t rememeber any) that I was laughing from the pit of my stomach – and that’s what woke me – the convulsions of my stomach from laughing. Ain’t that weird!
It was nice having my dad, his dad and both his brothers here in the country at the same time … the last time that happened I was probably three yrs old and it was just fun meeting other relatives and reminiscing about things from yesteryear.
I am thirty and as far back as I can remember I have no recollection of my granny ever saying ‘NO’ to me about anything. I can remember her sneaking me off into the kitchen or the bedroom to give me something that my aunt might have disapproved of. I also remember my uncle’s warning ‘you’re going to spoil that girl you know’. I remember she would often cook for me (a separate dish if I did not like the meal she had prepared for herself) and would serve me and then clean up after me. I also remember staying up late a night to watch the Pic-O-D-Crop finals each summer; playing draughts and chess with her; lying in her bed and being rewarded with a treat each time she went out ‘just because’. And I remember explaining the gospel to her and leading her to Christ. In all honesty (and I am not saying this just because she is dead) but I have no bad memories of my granny (and she is probably the only person I can say that about).
Iretha Eugene Nicholls nee Odle- Boyce (1933 – 2008), I loved you in life and I love you in death. Until we meet again …
