I now envision my grandma dancing in heaven, no longer blind, but still dancing. She often told me she “never expected to live so long on this old earth,” but she knew her longevity was a gift of the God who sustained and strengthened her come what may.
I miss her daily and keep one of my favorite photos of her tucked in my nightstand drawer where I see it every night. I have not yet finished the nearly 50 years of diaries she left me, because I savor them.
My grandma prayed for me and although she suffered many hardships along the way, she lived with abiding joy. As I share in one of my chapters for He Restores My Soul, I was most certainly blessed to have such a grandma.
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; you have loosed my sackcloth
and clothed me with gladness, that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!
Lois Eleanor Tremaine Hollerorth, who lived 100 years, 6 months, and 16 days
February 14, 1912 – August 30, 2012
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