My Grandma...

My grandma was the strongest person I knew
The time she first became sick it was in 1974, I was about two years old, and my grandma was diagnosed with a crippling form of rheumatoid arthritis. She was really an amazing woman, even in pain she pushed through and gave each and every one of us her love, I miss her so much. The time she argued with me to get back on course with my life by doing things the right way and being patient. She would always say that the Lord will make a way if I only had faith, and to pray often. The use of prayer was a big thing with my grandma. The time that I last spent with her and witnessed her strength as she was leaving this earth, she somehow managed to still show us her strength and her love by holding on, until she saw every last one of us, from her children to her grandchildren, and great grandchildren. Then a week later I got a call from my mom that grandma had passed, about 9 o’clock that Tuesday night she ended her struggle and finally received her peace.