I’m on my sister’s social networking page when I see the comment. My auntie’s mum has had a stroke.
I’m glad I am sitting down on my bed.
Granny Mavis with her glasses and wavy white hair — 98 and still mending and knitting and whatnot despite her hunched shoulders, back problems and crumbling bones.
This kindly lady who looked upon my sister and I as part of her own though we were barely related through my aunt’s marriage to my father’s brother.
This kindly lady who is great great grandmother to little ones.'Rise in the presence of the aged, show respect for the elderly and revere your God. I am the LORD.'- Leviticus 19:32
The kindly lady who seemed elderly when I was young, now sits in a hospital bed, still physically capable but unable to communicate.
Auntie and Uncle live overseas and Granny Mavis lives with them and at this moment we must all seem so very far away to them.
We too feel we are too far away at a time like this.
So we do the next best thing and join together over the social networking site and via email and pray health for our elderly friend in a hospital bed.