My Irish Grandma

My friend died last night. Joanie was in her 80's and did not want to go first because she wanted to take care of her husband. Turns out she wasn't in charge of deciding that and God called her home. I can just imagine the finger wagging going on right now, she must be really laying into Him today. The last few months she had a lot of questions for me, her favorite one was, "what does God look like?" Today when I heard she had died I had to smile when I thought, she knows now. I miss you Maloney but I know I have a new saint watching over me like a HAWK!