Tell your children about it in the years to come, and let your children tell their children. Pass the story down from generation to generation. Joel 1:3
The following revised poem was written by my sister Cathy the
day our beloved Grandmother Biggs
left us and went to her home in heaven.
I saw you just the other day,
on Christmas.
Your face alight with joy at having
your children all around you.
I saw you
busily working in your big old house;
preparing food, loving life.
Those times always made you
the happiest,
yet you were always full
of the joy of the Lord.
Oh how we loved hearing your
precious gift of laughter.
Such a sweet lady.
We were honored to be near you.
I saw you greeting me at the door, hugging me so warmly.
Only grandmothers can hug like that.
How sweetly those days have
flown into years.
How quickly those years passed by me.
Though now your home is in heaven
with our wonderful Savior,
on this earth you will always live in
the seeds you have planted in my heart.
Poem by Cathy Chandler
Glenda Mills 
This was truly who she was. I loved her too. What a blessing to remember.
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