bandy (my nickname for her since i was able to speak) valiantly struggled through many health issues in the last several years of her life. and though these illnesses robbed her of her mobility, they never robbed her of her sense of humor (she laughed at my lame jokes until the very end), her vanity (she had her hair done at the assisted living facility every week), or her faith (she and jesus were absolutely on a first name basis as she invoked his name every time she moved). she was an awesome grandmother and i looked forward to spending every one of the summers of my childhood with her in south georgia. like many people in my family, she pushed me to be better than i thought i could be, reveling in my successes and not dwelling on my failures. her death reminded me of how fleeting life is, how you don't get to choose when you leave and how important it is to not regret.
then shalt thou walk in the way safely, and thy foot shall not stumble. when thou liest down, thou shalt not be afraid: yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet. be not afraid of sudden fear, neither of the desolation of the wicked, when it cometh. for the Lord shall be thy confidence, and shall keep thy foot from being taken.