Luke's grandmother died last night. She was 94, and had made it clear for quite some time now that she was perfectly ready to go. She was the kind of grandma who always had pictures of her family around - three sons, twelve grandkids, and two great-grandkids. She was the kind of grandma who taught Luke to make Manhattans when we went to visit her - and passed on this sage advice: "Its okay to drink alone, as long as you only have one or two. Otherwise, I'd never get to have a drink!" She was the kind of grandma who passed on jokes with a perfectly straight face, and the kind who gave me her set of pearls from her wedding for my own wedding, even though I only married into the family. Mostly, she was the kind of grandma who loved her family very much, and she will be missed.
Father of all, we pray to you for Dorothea, and for all those whomwe love but see no longer. Grant to them eternal rest. Let light perpetual shine upon them. May her soul and the souls of all the departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.