My grandmother, who we called "Mamoo," passed away five days before my daughter E was born. It was a bitter-sweet week that literally began with the death of my sweet Mamoo and ended with the birth of my sweet daughter.
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My Grandmother, "Mamoo" |
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E, Shortly After Her Birth |
My grandmother left an incredible legacy of love and service, and I hope to be able to pass that on to my daughter. One of the many things I remember about my grandmother was her singing, "Oh How I Love Jesus" to me one time when I was sick. I was way too old to be rocked, but she put me in her lap and rocked me back and forth and sang, "Oh How I Love Jesus" until I fell asleep.
Shortly after E's birth, I was rocking her to sleep and I started singing "Oh How I Love Jesus". I've continued to sing this song to her every night, so, although my daughter never got the privilege of knowing her great-grandmother, she will always know that her great-grandmother (and mother) loved Jesus. On the 2nd anniversary of my grandmother's death (today) my daughter sang, for the very first time, "Oh, how… love Jesus… Oh, Oh… love Jesus."
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Many have said, E has her Mamoo's smile and I agree! |