We were saddened by the news this morning that my paternal grandmother, Lucille Gilliom, had passed away just hours earlier in Indiana. She was 98 years old. We knew when we left last month that she was in failing health, but my Aunt Sandy assured me that if Grandma had been in full possession of her faculties, she would have wanted us to carry on with our plans. My grandma was a kind, brave woman who lived more than 35 years as a widow. Over the last ten years she had lost her sight and much of her hearing, but she always relished an opportunity to hold her great-grandchildrens’ hands and touch their faces. I am awed by the fact that she was witness to almost a century of history, that she knew horse-drawn carriages, two world wars and a modern world rich with computers, the internet and air travel. She signed all her letters, “With love and prayers,” and somehow the world felt a little safer knowing a woman of her seasoned, abiding faith was lobbying for us on high. Our prayers are now with our family back in the States who will gather to mourn our loss and celebrate her life. Grandma, we will treasure your memory and carry you in our hearts wherever we go.