Delia-May Jeanie Farris ran into the arms of Jesus yesterday, May 1st. She was born into the arms of Christ on the very same day, 31 years ago, I was born into this world. She was 63 years old...about a month shy of her 64th birthday. She was married to the same man for 42 years..they loved each other with a love so deep I find it hard to comprehend. She raised two amazing men. It's hard to raise a good man. Jeanie raised two. She loved animals. She smelled like Oscar perfume. She loved being an American. She adored her grandchildren, and showered them with kisses and hugs and way too many toys. She collected magnets. She liked those singing stuffed animals (you know the ones...you push a button on their "paw" and they sing some loud and crazy song?). She was a great cook. She always had an endless supply of bean dip and fritos. She was a believer in Jesus Christ, and had an unwavering faith that God. was. good.

Some may say she lost her fight with cancer, but I say really...if you think on it...she won. Can you imagine the party? The celebration? It must have been wonderful! I know she is dancing with the baby we lost 7 years ago...walking Jessie, a dog she loved like a child...sitting, rapt, at the feet of her Lord. We miss her. And the house is empty here, quiet. But we have a hope...a most amazing hope...and we know that we will see her again. I love you, crazy-haired Grandma...thanks for everything.
**This was written a few days after I arrived in TX...after Jeanie died...it's been hard for me to get on a computer to publish anything...