My Grandma's Hands!

This is my Grandma. Isn't she adorable?

Recently I went to church with my Grandma and as we were sitting there I glanced down at her hands. I thought of how they've changed throughout the years. As I was reflecting on all the good memories with my Grandma the tears started to come of course. My Grandma has been the kind of Grandma I hope to be. Her hands are now wrinkled and old, but still so gentle and loving. I guess when you are 83 years old your hands get that way right? She's always been so encouraging, loving and sweet. I think all of her grandchildren would say that they feel so special when they are with her.

A few weeks ago my Grandma fell outside and has been in a lot of pain ever since. I don't know if she'll ever really recover. She's moved in with my Mom so she can help her. It's hard to see her growing old. My Mom has been a true example of a daughter taking care of her mother. So my Grandma has set the example for all of us to take care of our families. She's always been there for all of us. Now that my Grandpa is gone I am holding on to every treasured moment I get with her. I know she misses him dearly just as we all do. It's hard to picture the day that all of my grandparents will have returned home, but it's inevitable. So I will cherish every moment that I get to hold those sweet wrinkled hands of a woman I love so dearly!