My Prayer Warrior

WARNING..... Emotional blog ahead

My heart is breaking as I write this..... my dear, sweet Grandmother passed away unexpectedly early Thursday morning. She turned 82 on August 11th. Right now, I feel so many emotions. I want to write so many things, but I keep erasing what I write. It doesn't do her justice... it's not good enough.

I'm so sad that she won't get to meet our sweet baby.... she was so excited about this pregnancy. In February 2010, my grandfather passed away... she missed him so much. Then, in May of 2010, she was in a serious car wreck with my aunt and uncle. She worked so hard and recovered well. She told me on multiple occasions how much she was looking forward to meeting Baby Moore. It seemed to both of us that this baby was such a light, an inspiration for her to look forward to.

Now, darkness fills my heart when I think that she won't be there on the day that I deliver, she won't rock my sweet baby, or sing to him/her.

Oh the stories I could tell of her keeping me when I was a baby... when my mom was working. I was spoiled beyond belief. 

She was also my prayer warrior. I could call her with any concern, any request.. anything... she would say "I'll pray." She meant it, and I never once doubted that she remembered every request. Or on occasion, when things were really tough, I would call her and she would pray over the phone. She said this baby's middle name should be "pray". She prayed every evening for my health, and for the baby's healthy development. I will have to take over the role of prayer warrior for my baby and my family.

I truly hope to be at least half of the woman of God that she was.