I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've sat down to write this post, but I simply can't get the words I want across.
Last Saturday morning, the world lost one of the most loving, Christian women I know; and Heaven gained an angel that is dearly missed by her family.
Her name was Beatrice Bentley,
but known to most as "Granny B."
A saint in the eyes of all who knew her.
She was a simple lady,
A hardworking lady,
A quiet lady,
A lady who knew how to sew the perfect stitches with her eyes closed.
Her love was always felt by everyone around her.
The best Southern cook I've ever met,
With the best hand-patted buttermilk biscuits you'd ever put in your mouth.
You hardly ever saw her without a smile on her face,
or her arms open wide to welcome her family and loved ones into her home.
Born in 1915.
She died at the age of 96.
In the wake of her passing, we gathered as a family to comfort each other... but also to share memories. This woman lived an incredible life, and I am so thankful that I was able to be a witness to it for 21 years. Not many people are fortunate enough to know their great-grandparents, and I count my blessings that Granny was one of mine.
The amount of people that poured into the funeral home to pay their respects was remarkable. When you are faced with the death of a loved one, I feel like it makes you realize how much of an impact you can make on other people's lives. It was amazing to see how many people were touched by Granny. The stories people shared just put smiles on our faces, and amongst all the tears we were able to smile with memories of her.
I can't begin to express just how amazing Granny was,
but I hope that as I carry out my life.. I can walk with as much grace as she did.
and with that, I just want to share a few pictures, most we took of her a little over a year ago after her 95th birthday.
We love and miss you Granny B!
