As I read this verse this morning, I thought of my Queenie. For those of you who knew Queenie, you know she lived her life for Jesus. Whether it was singing to the "old people" at the nursing home or snuggling a baby tightly whispering, "Jesus loves you precious one". There was never a conversation had where she didn't mention, "the Lord". Queenie certainly fought the good fight as well. She was a spitfire...hence she lived as long as she did. She loved Jesus and passed on her love to her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Now she is singing and dancing (with her new body) with Him. HOW AWESOME!
Although I am soooooo very happy she is home, it's hard for those of us left behind. The finality of death is broken with the promise of heaven but our human spirits remind us how far away that is at the present time. For me, I choose to remember how wonderful Queenie was. Remembering all the good times and memories that were made in the 33 years I have known her. So I decided to write down those times....mostly for me, but I will share with you as well.
Cottage times: Of course most of my memories of Queenie revolve around our cottage trips. For those of you who don't know, my grandparents built a cottage in 1958 in a very rural part of Canada. At first it didn't even have plumbing but she brought her 5 boys up there each and every summer while my grandfather visited on the weekends. So much of the cottage still has Queenie's hand print left there. From the unique decorations, to her little garden dug by the lake, I see her and hear her each and every time I am there. As a kid, I made the five and a half hour drive with them a number of times. We would ALWAYS stop at Bill Grays in Watertown where Queenie and Papa would split a sandwich. Papa would grumble about how expensive everything was and Queenie would tell him to
Candice will hate me for this but this awesome shirt was a queenie gift :)