This has been coming for years really. While we have all joked about her outliving us, the fact that Jennie Sprague lived until 100 was a bit of a feat. Sure, it was in her DNA, what with her mother living to age 96 and all. The last few years have been rough. Declining health, limited memory, and all of the things that come with the slow creep of death into an old soul. It was especially tough when her daughter-in-law, my grandmother, passed away a few years ago and great-grandma struggled to fully comprehend. At times she knew and mourned, at other times she was oblivious. Death of the mind makes dying so much worse.
Roy & Jennie lived in Weidman next door to Jennie’s mom until she passed away in 1981. Not long after that, Roy’s health began to fail and he passed away in 1986. Jennie would go on to live for 28 more years as a widow and yet despite that, she lived more years married (54) than single (47). A stunning number if you ask me.
Despite all of the things she lost in life, especially toward the end, Grandma’s love persevered. And she even found the inner strength to love on my baby Bear.
“For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known. So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.”