I give up on comments

The past couple times I've tried to leave comments on my friends blogs something stupid happens and the comments get lost. These were thoughtful, life changing comments not easily reproduced and it makes me angry. So No More Comments from Me! (we'll see how long that lasts)

Ruby

"I request that should I die before the Lord Jesus comes Galations 6:14 be used as text for my service. I desire no sweet and flattering words be said concerning me, for any goodness which I possess, or and good accomplished is only through the grace of God-and the life and example of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Uplift Him in sermon and song." -Ruby Parker, 1982

Who was this woman I called Grandma? I grieve not so much for the woman I knew, but all that I didn't know of her. I knew her as the quite woman who tiptoed around the house, thought we were all spoiled, and quietly let my mom know all the ways she disapproved of her. She gave of herself in those quite, Christainly ways, but I wanted a grandma who would buy me toys and indulge me a little. One I could talk to freely without fear of offending in some way. She couldn't watch a movie without ironing and made us turn off The Princess Bride. Her conviction to share Christ often got in the way of her sharing Him.
But what about the woman? Lenora Ruby who grew up on a farm in the Great Depression, put herself through nursing school while supporting a sick husband and three small children. The woman who secretly wanted to learn how to dance and maybe (just every now and then way deep down) regretted marrying my grandpa. But looking at her life I see now all the ways I wish to emulate her. My grandparents have been "living green" all this time, before the phrase even flickered in a marketer's mind. Staying active, loving nature, living simply and healthfully, serving others and serving Him. I wish I could have talked to her, a true unguarded conversation.

Did I mention Grandma was the Scrabble champion? She loved music, her garden, her favorite color was blue and I loved the way she said that word. Her hair was her greatest vanity. She wanted to be a writer and we got a little taste of that with her detailed descriptions of nature in the letters she sent. Grandpa absolutely adored her. I miss her.