June 12, 2007--Great-grandma Harshbarger

Yesterday my husband's grandmother passed away. She was 95 years old. She's been in the nursing home for a few months now in failing health, and she's been in pain for the last few days so we are glad she's in Heaven now where there is no more pain. She was such a neat lady. I always enjoyed talking to her. She's been physically in poor health for as long as I've known her and couldn't get around much. She lived on her own in a trailer on her daughter's property until she went into the nursing home earlier this year. If there was a storm and she was afraid to be alone, her son in law would come and get her in the golf cart and take her to their house. She was very fragile--if she fell she was not able to get up again on her own, and the smallest bump would leave horrible bruises. Yet, in spite of all that, her mind was in perfect shape. She had the most amazing memory of anyone I knew. She remembered WWI and would tell us stories about the things that happened when she was a little girl. She always sent everyone cards on their birthday, and she had a lot of relatives. I'm going to miss her. I'm not sure when the funeral is yet, but Erick's grandmother asked him if he'd be willing to do the funeral. This would be his first one, so it will be difficult for more than one reason.