on a somber note

When my mother was little she named her grandmother Mema, and now all 6 great grandchildren call her Mema as well ( as long a few other kids that have come and gone.) She is a fragile thing but so full of life and vitality that nothing stops her from doing (and saying) whatever she wants. She is an artist, really. She uses every medium, including on past occasion Mel Gibson's face. Why am i posting about her? She is sick. In the hospital at the moment. This is not the first time but this is the most serious in a chain of illness/pain. I have such great respect for my grandma ( Mindy). I know at time she must get tired of having to take care of her complaining invalid mother but she does it every day. She is so selfless. But despite Mindy's valiant efforts I fear Mema's end is in sight and that scares me a little. Did she ever know Jesus? Will I see her in heaven? I hope so. I hope there was a preacher who came to her house one day and told her abour our Lord. I hope that for a moment she prayed that prayer and meant it. But maybe I am being dramatic and she has many more years on this earth to collect cats and shoo away iguanas. Well enough sad thoughts back to studying.