Dear Mimmim,
Right now you’re chilling up in Heaven with Jesus, smiling down on me. Yep, I’m in Malaysia! Crazy, huh? You always told me that God had special plans for me… well, you were right. Your “Only Granddaughter” has become a missionary.
When I think back on the time we had together, there are key words that come to mind: cats, Snickers ice cream bars, encouragement, and unconditional love. Those are just a few. But do you know what I never told you? I never told you, face to face, how very much you mean to me. So Mimmim, hear me when I say it: you mean so much to me. You are more than a grandmother. You are a counselor; a cheerleader; a prayer warrior; and a place of rest for me. You are my go-to for support and unbiased opinions. You never asked me the “stereotypical” grandmother questions: how is school going, or, do you have a boyfriend? Those things didn’t matter to you. All you cared about was me. And you always met me right where I was at. That’s what I loved most about you. Well, that and the fact that you never cared what anyone thought about you (hence getting married in a black suit). You were just plain cool, Mimmim.
So even though you’re gone, your legacy lives on. You have instilled values and wisdom in me that I will carry on to my children. You didn’t just teach me about Christ, you showed me about Christ. You showed me that Jesus is more than a man in a painting, or a baby in a manger. You showed me that He is worth following; worth dedicating your life to. You showed me that Christ can be your best friend, if you let Him.
So, if you were still on this earth, I would imagine you’d be sitting in your cozy little apartment, listening to the outside church service as you sip on your room temperature milk. You would be praying for us grandkids and mom, and journaling about everything you did that day, including the times you ate and took your medicine. You would be counting down the minutes till your daughter, my mother, comes to visit you. This tends to be the highlight of your day – I’m sure of it. And this is the life that God blessed you with. Pretty good, huh? I think so.
Mimmim, I love you. I miss you every day. I think about you constantly as my team serves in the local hospital. Every elderly Malay woman reminds me of you. But you know what? That doesn’t have to be a bad thing. It doesn’t have to be painful. Because maybe the constant reminders are from God. Maybe He wants me to thank Him for the good years we had together as grandmother & granddaughter. Maybe He wants to remind me that you are taken care of. And hey – I’ll see you again! So enjoy it up there in heaven. Okay?
Love,
Your Only Granddaughter
