a grandmother story

a grandmother story

      Around twenty-five years ago, there was this very old grandmother who was on her deathbed. Before she died, she called one of her granddaughters to her. She had thirteen grandchildren, but she only called this one. The grandmother had been an ordinary grandmother, or so the granddaughter thought. The grandmother looked into her granddaughter’s cool green eyes with her own eyes, which burned like fire in her shriveled face, and whispered to her, “Little girl, I want to tell you three things.” The granddaughter, who was around twenty at the time, nodded respectfully and leaned forward to listen carefully. This is what the grandmother told her, “All there is, is. The will of God is all there is. You do not exist.”

The angels will leave you these words to ponder, the way the wise grandmother left them for her granddaughter to ponder through the years when the grandmother would no longer be walking upon the face of the earth.