Today, Nanny went home to Jesus. I got a text message from my aunt around 10 this morning to let me know. It was a tough one to read, even though I've been expecting it for a few weeks. She just hasn't been feeling right. Mom, Uncle Bubba and Aunt Margaret were with her when she went home. No pain or struggle, just peace. What a joy! What a blessing! She had a big homecoming prepared for her, I'm sure. My uncle noted that she was born in 1910 and died in 2010. She was 10 x 10 years old and lived 10 days past her 100th birthday. She died at 9:10 in the morning. My Grand-daddy, who was quite the Mathematician, would be thrilled with all that.
As I have processed the day, I thought of all the people who have gone before her, gathering to meet her as she came home. Seeing Jesus in all of His glory! What an amazing thought. Of course, Guy-Gan was there at the front of the line. I'm sure my Daddy greeted her with warm hugs. All 5 of her brothers, and 1 of her sisters. Her Daddy and Grandma, who raised her. And then I thought..."She is seeing her Momma for the first time since she was 8 years old!" How amazing is that?! I can remember her talking about her Momma when I was growing up. I remember her saying it was harder and harder to remember what she looked like as she got older and then there was a time when she completely forgot what her voice sounded like. What a reunion she must be having.
Oh how I will miss my Nanny...but oh how thrilling to know she is with the ones she loved so.