She wasn't just my son-in-law's mother. She was the other grandma, the one who Lived close enough to baby sit our shared Grandsons and give them the daily attention That I could not. I didn't begrudge the extra time she Spent with them. I was grateful they had another grandma Who loved them as much as I did. I treasured her friendship. We were sisters in Jesus. Joan died too young, and after Several years I still miss her. When my son-in-law was sorting through His mom's clothing he held back a plaid fleece Jacket wondering whether I might like to Have it. It's mostly brown, not my color at all, And it looks outdated. But I slipped it on and it fit Perfectly. And it's warm. I'm always cold in my house. I brought the gift home with me and Laundered it so it is fresh and seems Almost new. I feel loved when I wear the soft garment, warmed By the memory of the dear woman who once Wore it. And when I see our boys, tall now and handsome, I am Reminded of the beautiful bond between us that can Never be broken. |