A Celebration

This Saturday I went to northern Minnesota to celebrate my Great Grandmother's life. A week ago, at just a shade over 90, Deloris Pintar died. That is right, I said 90! Now there were many people crying and sad, but for me this was a happy occasion! To me, 90 is such an amazing thing. She had 4 children, something like 18 grandchildren and if I do some quick math, (no need to comment on my math skills, friends) ok no, I can't even do that kind of math...there are oodles of great grandchildren and at least 15 great great grandchildren that I can count off the top of my head. The point being, that this is an amazing life, even just considering the legacy of her through the generations. This doesn't even count a faith in the Lord to be admired and 100s of quilts hand crocheted or quilted with love that have found their way around the world. Nor does it count some of my own personal favorite memories: a garden full of strawberries, pancakes the size of my head, cribbage games where one was sure to hear words like "we're going to town tonight" or "hardy har har har", conversations with “just us girls” or being reminded to do my “better best”. I will miss the old girl, but yesterday I rejoiced that my 90-year-old great grandmother went to Heaven to be with Jesus!