RISE, A Modern Guide for the Purpose Driven Woman Spring 2014 | Page 16

Just before Thanksgiving I got one of those phone calls – the kind that
you know, in the back of your head, you’re destined to get one day – the
kind of phone call that takes the air out of your lungs and brings you to
your knees. “Grandma’s dead.”
“Grandma” to me might as well have been Mom. Grandma, my Father’s mother, really stepped up to the plate when my Mother decided
to exit stage left when I was 6 years old. Grandma held my Father’s
hand as he learned how to raise a little girl (his only child) all by himself.
It was Grandma who t ]Y