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I was very close to my maternal grandmother. The summer before my third grade year, we moved next door to her. Instead of going to daycare after school, she would pick me up and I would stay with her. We had our ups and downs, but we were still very close. When my mother and I had some issues, I basically lived with her during my last two years of highschool. In 2002, three weeks before my husband (then fianceé) and I were to travel to Georgia and get married, my grandmother had a stroke and was hospitalized. This was the beginning of a gradual decline. She entered hospice care in the Spring of 2006, then died in October of that year. When my grandmother went into hospice care, I was pregnant with my son (born that July) and unable to travel. The chief musician at my church graciously agreed to play the piano for me so I could record some songs and a message for my grandmother onto tape. That way, even though I couldn't be there, she could hear my voice and know that I was thinking about her and praying for her. These are the songs that I recorded for her while seven months pregnant with my son. |