Tom's sweet grandma, Sarah Hart, died this past Monday, January 3rd. She was actually admitted to the hospital on the same day as Wyatt's funeral, but somehow recovered from being sick until last weekend. It was just her time to be with the Lord. Not even a week before she died, she was up and walking, feeding herself, conscious of those around her. When we went to visit her New Year's Day, she seemed so uncomfortable.
When Sarah first met me as Tom's girlfriend, she called me to come close to her. One of the first things she said to me was, "You know I have four children. With every one of them I prayed for a brown-eyed baby, and I never got one. They were all born with bright blue eyes." She's the only person I've ever known who didn't delight in her childrens' blue eyes.
She had the best sense of humor. I loved being around her and listening to her stories of days past. I've been told that her marvelous sense of humor was not just something that came with old age - she has always been able to make people laugh. She was the type of person you wish you'd known your whole life.
I also get the sense that Sarah and her late husband, Henry, were people who served their church and community well. They were respected and enjoyed by all who met them.