It has been nearly 3 weeks to the day since my grandma had a severe stroke.
She died early this morning.
This is the end that we knew would come, and it has come quickly.
For her life and for her witness, her stubborn roots and her legacy, her red-and-white checked curtains and her bright yellow bathroom, her marigolds and her rhubarb, for so many things that I cannot even articulate, I give thanks.
Thanks be to God.