My Grandma. The one who took care of me when I was young. The one who told me about Jesus for the first time. The one who proudly walked me down the aisle of her church when I got saved. She was the best. A true prayer warrior. When she prayed mountains moved. Heck they got up and ran away. Whenever she talked about Jesus she would weep with thankfulness because (in her words) "He who knew no sin became sin for me so that I could become the righteousness of God".

She was an amazing woman and touched so many lives. I can tell you now that there are going to be so many people at her funeral there won't be room to hold them all. And there are going to be even more people than that in heaven because of her personally leading them there.

  oh man, sorry about the loss. Its tough when you loose a Grandparent, especially if you were close to them. I lost mine back in 2000, and it was harder on my mom, but it was also hard for me to, cause I used to read my Grandpa the Bible, for some reason he had me do it, instead of my other cousins. I wasnt even saved, which still trips me out even to this very day. Growing up since I was the only child, I wasnt allowed to be at either Grandparents house or Aunts or Uncles by myself, cause my parents were very protective of me. My Grandpa was hurt by that, but he said one day when I got bigger I would be there all the time. Long story short I ended up living there @ my Grandparents house, with my mom, for awhile, and then we moved across the street. All the times my Grandparents didn't get to see me, were over and I was there visiting practically everyday.  I wasnt that close with my Grandpa, but in my opinion I think I was the closest one out of all the Grand children.

In so few words, you made it so I can't wait to meet her.