Ecclesiastes 3:
1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:
2 a time to be born and a time to die, …On Tuesday, November 13, my grandmother, Velma Louise Hoover, went to be with the Lord. At the age of 83, after serving God for many years and dedicating her life to being a pastor’s wife and mother, her time on earth ended.

It is hard to believe that in less than a year, both of my paternal grandparents are gone. There is a gaping hole in our family and the loss is almost unbearable. Except that God says he will not give us more than we can bear. As with my grandfather, there are many memories of my grandmother that I will have forever. Driving her to town or to visit the sick and elderly (she never did get her driver’s license). Walking into her house and the first question she asked was “Are you hungry? What can I get you to eat?” Staying the night and waking up the next morning to eggs over easy with a little crust around the edges of the white. Blinking my eyes after the flash had gone off on her camera at least 20 times at each event.

We joked about the camera at the time, but now we appreciate the stacks of pictures and albums that she left for us to enjoy. Wonderful memories.