The Anchor holds, though the ship is battered.
The Anchor holds, though the sails are torn.
I have fallen, fallen down on my knees
as I faced the raging seas.
But the Anchor holds; O, in spite of the storm.
The farm |
During the funeral, my cousin AV sang the song 'Blessings' by Laura Story, and we all listened to one of Grandma's favorite hymns, the chorus of which appears above. When I heard it, I turned to my cousin MS, who sat beside me through Grandpa's funeral, and said, "She was the anchor." And it's true; she was the glue that held us all together. I'm not a church-going person, and I don't know if I believe in heaven or salvation, but it comforts me to know that Grandma is with Grandpa now, especially today, on his birthday.
I miss my Grandma tremendously, and I worry about the future for our extended family. Will we see each other for holidays, without her hearth to gather around? I just don't know at this point. I'm glad that I could see everyone, and thankful for the amazing foods prepared by the people of the Lyons community. Paula Deen's got nothing on those ladies! I'm lucky to have had such wonderful grandparents and been a part of such a tight-knit family.
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