My grandma sat in her chair in the living room, looking so different from the brave, joyful, and spirited woman I have known her to be all my life.
The woman in the chair was tired, ragged, and weak.
She had just returned from the hospital with a diagnosis of Stage IV cancer all over her body. I was visiting from out of town for what I figured would be my last time with her. It was.
When I heard she was in the hospital the week before, I sent my dad the digital file of my song, "I Am the Lord's". I…Read more