Remembering Gramy

I mentioned about two weeks ago that my paternal grandmother, otherwise known as Gramy to all of her grandchildren, went home to be with the Lord.  Our meetings were close to the area where she lived, so I was able to attend the funeral.  I had the distinct privilege of playing and singing with my family during the service.  My Gramy loved music, and many of my early memories of her were of her playing the piano and singing.  I know that she is now in the heavenly choir, praising her Savior.  I am thankful for my Gramy, and all that I learned from her life.