I found out this morning that my grandmother went home to be with Jesus during a heart cath procedure. She was 89 and a half. The smell of fruit loops will always remind me of going to her house. So will pecan pie and Granny's cheesecake. I'll miss her but am glad of all that she did with her life while here. She taught a Sunday School class, took care of her friends - taking them to choir and Sunday School, made dinners for her sister-in-law, was an expert seamstress, raised 4 children, and enjoyed 10 grandchildren and 4 great-grandchildren, but most of all she loved Jesus. Her life glorified Him and now she is singing to Him in heaven.