Yesterday, my husband's grandmother Edith Hauk died. She had been suffering from severe Alzheimer for the last three years, which brought on extreme paranoia. She suspected everyone was trying to kill her, and believed all those around her who loved her were impostors instead of her real children and grandchildren. I only got to know her for a short time, but I remember how she welcomed me. I remember the stories of how she was fretting if I could speak English and what kind of a foreigner I would be and how they would make me feel welcome. How happy she was that I spoke English, and even delighted when I spoke German as well. I am glad she got to see her two great grand children.
I hope God is welcoming her with open arms, lifting the confusion from her mind in His Kingdom and how she will find joy adoring Him forever in His perfect love.
Here is a picture of her with Joseph when he was barely a few months old.
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Memory Eternal!
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