It’s been a somber few days. Last week Justin lost his great grandmother, Dorothy, known to everyone as Grandma Dot. She lived next door to his parents, and they became very close, especially in the last few years.
I only knew her for a little over a year, but she always welcomed me into her home, was always kind. We weren’t even related, but from the beginning she treated me as if I was one of her own great grandchildren. She always smiled when we visited, always enjoyed our company, always had something kind to say, always made sure we had what we needed before we left.
Complications of age came quickly this year, within even the last couple of weeks. Suddenly, hospice was in her home 24/7 and those complications escalated, to where soon she was unable to walk, and finally confined to a bed in her living room, where the only thing we could do was make her feel as comfortable as possible and gather the family to see her before the inevitable.
Grandma Dot sometimes spoke of her own passing, but she was ready for it. She held her faith close every day, always listening to hymns, praying and consulting her Bible. She was ready because she knew where she was going. It provided her more comfort than any pain medication ever could accomplish.
I’m thankful she was able to pass peacefully in her own home surrounded by her family. I’m thankful she has been reunited with her husband and daughter, among others.
I definitely will miss her light.
In a Bible cracked and faded by the years
In a sanctuary filled with silent prayer
And age to age and heart to heart
Bound by grace and peace
Child of wonder, child of God
I remembered you
— Mark Schultz
Here is a video Justin put together as a tribute to Grandma Dot.