i recently attended the funeral of someone i met once on my 24th birthday. she was a sweet woman...so sweet, she wanted to meet her granddaughter's friends before we went out.
during the service, i was reminded of when my grandma brent passed away.
my grandma brent was elegant and classy. equal parts sass and love. she and my grandpa traveled the world. there was a map in their basement of the world. little pin heads denoted where they had been. it always amazed me how many little dots there were. i wanted a dot covered map. she was a beautician and had a lot of wigs...some of which i gave 'haircuts' to. and as naughty as that was in the first place, i remember being afraid to fess up and told a white lie when asked if i was to blame (even naughtier). she handled it like a pro and interviewed me as a person of interest. she was intelligent in her approach and i quickly spilled the beans on how i "trimmed" the wig. she delivered a fair punishment of 'disappointment' but reminded me that i was a good kid and that the truth was worth more than silver and gold. secretly, i think she was a little flattered... i mean, i was imitating her.
i remember she wore a perfume that was delightful. it smelled like it was from paris...or what i imagine paris to smell like, well, maybe the people in paris.
the woman who sang at the service had a beautiful voice. the last song she sang was How Geat Thou Art.
my grandma used to sit at her organ, with all of the grand kiddos surrounding her and sing...she sang this song many times; when i envision her sitting there, she is wearing a polyester robin egg blue dress...her hair beautifully done...
she was the center of attention and rightfully so.
i'm not usually into songs like this one...but the way she sang it made me want to join in. it made me want to be just like her.
as the woman sang out the words, it was a moment of feeling connected again. like i could almost smell my grandma's perfume and see her sitting there, dressed in blue with her fingers dancing on the keys. singing out straight from her heart.
how great thou art...
O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art. (chorus)
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
(chorus)
When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.
(chorus)
And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.
during the service, i was reminded of when my grandma brent passed away.
my grandma brent was elegant and classy. equal parts sass and love. she and my grandpa traveled the world. there was a map in their basement of the world. little pin heads denoted where they had been. it always amazed me how many little dots there were. i wanted a dot covered map. she was a beautician and had a lot of wigs...some of which i gave 'haircuts' to. and as naughty as that was in the first place, i remember being afraid to fess up and told a white lie when asked if i was to blame (even naughtier). she handled it like a pro and interviewed me as a person of interest. she was intelligent in her approach and i quickly spilled the beans on how i "trimmed" the wig. she delivered a fair punishment of 'disappointment' but reminded me that i was a good kid and that the truth was worth more than silver and gold. secretly, i think she was a little flattered... i mean, i was imitating her.
i remember she wore a perfume that was delightful. it smelled like it was from paris...or what i imagine paris to smell like, well, maybe the people in paris.
the woman who sang at the service had a beautiful voice. the last song she sang was How Geat Thou Art.
my grandma used to sit at her organ, with all of the grand kiddos surrounding her and sing...she sang this song many times; when i envision her sitting there, she is wearing a polyester robin egg blue dress...her hair beautifully done...
she was the center of attention and rightfully so.
i'm not usually into songs like this one...but the way she sang it made me want to join in. it made me want to be just like her.
as the woman sang out the words, it was a moment of feeling connected again. like i could almost smell my grandma's perfume and see her sitting there, dressed in blue with her fingers dancing on the keys. singing out straight from her heart.
how great thou art...
O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art. (chorus)
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
(chorus)
When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.
(chorus)
And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.
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ReplyDeletenot sure where your comment went Sue but thank you!! i sure do miss grandma brent!
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