An Honor

The last two nights I have spent a couple hours at the bedside of my grandma in the hospital. I love my grandma so much, and it has been special to be with her during this time. She has been a real trooper through it all. She is so cheerful and kind. On Monday when a young man came in and asked her if she wanted a snack, she said enthusiastically, "You bet!!" Yesterday when I asked her how her day was, she said, "Oh, lovely. Just lovely."

She is just so beautiful. As I sat there holding her hand, I thought about all that her hands have done: rocked babies to sleep (including my mother), RAISED NINE CHILDREN, wrote letters to her missionary sons, made thousands of meals, folded thousands of loads of laundry, taught Chinese college students, traveled side by side her husband, worked as a missionary president's wife (while also raising eight children), cooked thousands of cookies for those missionaries, gave hugs to many, many souls who needed them, etc., etc., etc. And I thought, "Wow, what an honor to be sitting here and holding such special hands--hands that have done an immeasurable amount of good in this world." Just thinking about all that made her hands seem sacred, and I felt so honored to be there to hold them during this time. I feel it an honor to simply be her granddaughter!


This is a picture of my Grandma H*'s, Mom's, sister Jessi's, and niece Emily's hands, taken by Audra C*. Doesn't it speak volumes?!