Grandma Sommerfeld spoke so fondly of her beloved family. Always embracing with a hug and a sweet gentle kiss on the cheek.
In our family, the one who got the most of those hugs and kisses was Luke. Some how, from very early on, he clicked with her. He always wanted to go to lunch with her after church. Never leaving to get in the car until he gave her a hug good-bye. I asked him once about his connection with Grandma...he told me it was because they both had white hair. Even this past week he made her a card. It took him two tries to get it just the way he wanted. He drew a picture of him giving her a flower. Grandma's hair was done with a white crayon to have curls; his was with the same white crayon, straight hair.
I quickly scanned through some pictures and I found an abundance of those moments with Luke and Grandma. Precious.
Grandma Sommerfeld will be missed. I am so thankful I had the opportunity to be a part of her life and that my children had her as a great-grandmother. She is leaving her legacy as a woman who loved the Lord (she oozed the grace of God) and she loved her family.