Growing Old

How hard it must be to grow old. I am somewhat sad today as my mother helps my grandma go through her things. She is moving into an assisted living facility where there is no room for decades of memories. I imagine, as she sits in her chair in front of her dresser, that she too is sad.

How fondly she looks at that necklace, so fragile and beautiful. Or the lamp that sits atop that she bought 30 years ago when she traveled with a loved one. And that bottle of perfume that will always remind me of the way she smells. The beautiful crochet doily her grandmother made. What about the pictures of family all over her house that have to be packed and given away. I wonder if she looks at each one and remembers.

I would love to hear the stories behind them all, and I bet she's looking at those pictures thinking... 'what a great life I've had'.

There is one thing that consoles my heart today. I am certain that my grandmother will spend eternity in heaven when God calls her home. And when that day comes she will take nothing with her but her soul.



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