openings in the sky...

Perhaps they are not really stars,but rather openings in heaven

where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us

to let us know they are happy.

When we were younger, she would visit and sing us the little ditty,

Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?

So, she developed the name of Grandma Cookie...

She was one the most unselfish, sweet, giving people I know.

She was on top of those birthday cards.

I could always count on a card several days in advance to my birthday.

I was always a little apprehensive in writing her thank yous though

because she would without fail, send back a thank for my thank you enclosed with money.

That was the type of person she was.

Every single letter I ever wrote her she always sent back another with money...

She was just that giving.

I did not get to spend as much time with her as I would have liked, but I feel like I know her so well.

You see, every Saturday without fail, ever since I can remember,

my Dad would call her up.

He would have her on speaker and I would listen in as he told her about his service in the nursing home, 

how the family was doing, and that we loved and were praying for her.

Her voice is one I will never forget.

Her sweet spirit is one that I hope I have inherited.

She lived a long good life, but it was time for her to go home.

God called her and she went with arms outstretched.

She was not getting around like she used to and she had to be on oxygen...

It is such a comfort to know that she is no longer in need of that tank.

She is walking on streets of gold, looking down upon us.

And when I close my eyes I can still hear her voice singing,

Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?

Nicole stole the cookie from the cookie jar.

Who me?

Yes you.

Couldn't be.

Then Who?

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