Nonnie...

If I should live to be an old woman,

I want to be like Nonnie.

When I think of her,

I think of her hands.

Her beautiful 103 year old, hands.

I think of the children's faces she touched,

the meals she prepared,

the exquisite doilies

 and other needlework she made

for the people she loved.

I think of her sitting on her couch

with her rosary in her hands,

her eyes closed,

praying for all those

dear to her.

When I am old, my wish is

that the people I have loved in my life

will have known it…

felt it…

as I still feel Nonnie's love…

and hopefully,

one day,

 when God calls me home to Him,

my loved ones will say,

as I said of Nonnie,

"Oh! How she loved us!"

Lindy