Tuesday, December 15, 2009
My Great Grandma Swann was 103 years old when she was called home to Heaven on December 15, 2009. It was bittersweet for us - my Great Grandpa died was I was six, 23 years ago, and she's wanted to go home with him since then. For 23 years she has waited and waited . . . and she's been the healthiest centuarian you've ever met. But this last year she had a stroke and has been in a nursing home . . . still waiting to join her husband in Heaven. And since December 15 is Grandpa Swann's birthday - we all have a feeling that he was waiting for that day to have the greatest birthday present ever. I was in the middle of babysitting Kendra and were in quite the throes of tantrums and scheduling and her not eating what she should . . . and I didn't think it a good idea that I take a baby and Ellie down there - I think it would have interrupted everyone or I would have spent all my time out in the hall. My brother Tony went instead. I actually regret that decision, I wish I could have been there . . .
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