My great-grandmother, Margaret Ruth Boutell, passed away this morning. She was 95! Grandma Ruth was a spunky lady, loved to play bingo and used to send me underwear for Christmas.
She lived alone until she fell in October and broke her hip. Poor thing just never recovered. While I am glad she didn't have to linger any longer in pain I am mourning the fact that I didn't get to talk to her recently. I sent her a Christmas card with a picture of the kids in it. I wonder if she got it.
I will be traveling by plane with my parents and sister to honor this woman and to visit with other family members that live so far away. Won't you pray for us as we gather.
Life is fragile -