My grandchildren‘s other grandmother passed away yesterday. I never knew either of my grandmothers and have always felt the loss. For a long while, there’ll be a hole in my grandchildren’s spirits, but they will still have their memories and will cherish them.
I was privileged to know Janice Phelps. We had different interests, and there were things I envied about her. She could cook. I couldn’t. She kept a neat house. I didn’t. She had a better fashion sense than I did.
There was one thing we had in common. We were bonded by an abiding love of our grandchildren. We sat in hospital waiting rooms, experiencing the same giddy anticipation in the birth of those children. We celebrated birthdays and holidays through the eyes of our grandchildren. We both took pride in those children as only grandmothers can.
Today I pray God’s grace and comfort for my grandchildren and the entire family who are suffering from this great loss.