So I just spent a good part of my day at Hospice with my grandma. She was taken there this afternoon after a few days of declining.

My grandpa has been in the hospital at the V.A. for the past week with pneumonia among many other things.

I was fine until my cousin brought my grandpa to see my grandma for what might've been 'one last time'. They just celebrated 60 years of marriage on Sept. 21st.

Grandma is pretty unresponsive, but grandpa was just so incredibly sweet with her. It would've brought tears to anyone's eyes! He just kept patting her arm and telling her he loved her. At one point, he said "say something!" But she didn't. And after a long pause, he said "it's ok, I know you love me."

It was a precious moment watching him love on his bride one last time. I'm so thankful I got to be a part of that.

At the same time, it tugged on my heart strings. There's not a moment that passes that I'm not thinking of Cody. It was hard to be around that whole "Hospice" scene again and listening to the nurses say how much time they think she has. The latest answer was "5 minutes to 3 days". Who knows? God has each of our days numbered. Only He knows.

When Cody was at home for those last 2 wks of his life, I never asked the dreadful "how long" question. I just remained steadfast in my prayers and hopes that he would be ok. Even though I miss him with every fiber of my being, I know that he is more than ok.

I hope you all know how truly thankful I am for your prayers! I know I'm a little slow in responding to emails and returning phone calls, but I promise I read every single email and listen to every single voicemail. I'm constantly encouraged and blessed by this amazing family of God that we belong to. Thank you!