Gran

My gran recently passed at the ripe age of 95. At first my throat closed, and then I realized that she is now free and probably able to hear the music for the first time in a long time- the Heavenly music praising her Saviour. Nothing is holding her back, she is where she's meant to be.

We met as family to celebrate her life. And looking at the photo now:

I realize that none of these people would have even existed, if not for my gran. (Wait, only my mom). And listening to the stories of what my gran meant to people, I realized that sometimes our footprints on people's heart, go deeper than we think.

Maybe I should tread more careful...