The Heavenly Council must have been in an especially good mood June 9, 1912 because they decreed the soul-release of Juanita Rose Harris. My blessed, sweet-like-no-other, Grandmother.
I lost her, physically, in 2001… to the slow and merciless thief known as Alzheimer’s Disease. It whittled away at her brain, her memories, her ability to be present with others in ways that we could understand. It could not, however, degenerate her Sweetness. No, her Sweetness was huge… and real… and legendary. Her apron strings held more love than some people will ever know in an entire lifetime.
So many things remind me of her. Some of them are: A purse full of tissues and peppermints. Charm. Devotion. Easy laughter. Faith. Femininity. Fresh corn… shucked and creamed. Full-slips. Gingerbread. Gospel music. Grace. Hat boxes. Hugs. Petal-soft skin. Pink satin pajamas. Pond’s Cold Cream. Prayer. Pretty legs. Quick smiles. The 23rd Psalm. The Price is Right. Utmost tact.
Whenever I laid my head on her lap, I not only found the answer to all my nagging questions… I no longer needed answers because I had, in that moment, Deep Peace. I miss her. Painfully. And I remember her always.