You see these hands, these feet, this heart...
One hundred years I've used them.
Command your angels to take me home,
I'm tired Lord.
I'm ready Lord.
I'm waiting.
Pappadates, Greece
Created for my grandmother shortly after she turned 100 years old. A few months later she passed away.
Loneliness had set in, and it had become so difficult through the years bidding her farewell as we would return to our everyday lives in the United States.
When she was buried, the mountains and fields wept, for they were her closest companions.
She did not read nor write, yet she was one of the wisest women I've ever known.
The books she wrote were her spoken words, full of poems and prayers expressing both hope and despair.
