And She Laughs . . .

“And she laughs at the time to come,” Proverbs 31:25

Rebecca Terry

The last time I spoke with my grandma, late on an August afternoon, she had labored all day with chest pain and asphyxia. She closed her eyes for the last time just hours after we hung up the phone.

While we spoke, she marveled at the love of her family and caregivers; she blessed me and expressed her joy that I had started a new job; she said something light-hearted about her transfer to hospice; and she told me she loved me.

I told her I loved her too, but I couldn’t find any other words. I didn’t know how to say goodbye. The conversation lasted less than a minute. Death, laughter, eulogy, hope, courage

But in that sixty seconds she gave me, distilled, the treasures of her life: self-forgetting gratitude and light-hearted courage.

Self-forgetting. Grandma held her life lightly. Free of self-importance, she showed avid interest in the people close to her. In her last moments, in spite of her pain and anxiety, she remembered my job and cheered me on: “I am so happy for you!”

Grateful. Grandma was grateful for Every. Little. Thing. If we called her three days (or three months) late to wish her a happy birthday, she delighted to hear our voices. She kept no lists of what we had not done for her; rather, she expressed effervescent gratitude for any gesture of affection or care.

Light-hearted. Grandma had a playful courage. When she came to live with my family in 1988, she had recently lost her marriage, two daughters, and a granddaughter (One daughter and her granddaughter were murdered; another daughter died of pneumonia; and perhaps as a result, her husband spiraled into the most extreme bi-polar behaviors.)

My grandma tossed aside this tragic narrative and took a clowning class; she presented herself at church, at the park, at family gatherings, as “Patsy Late-Bloomer”—in full clown regalia. Years later, after she moved into a nursing home, she sent me a hand-written “advertisement” for Staffholdt Good Samaritan Center, calling it the Last Resort Hotel. One morning, mysteriously paralyzed and struggling to even open her eyes, she joked, “I am dying to see Jesus.”

She punned and laughed her way through grief, loss, war, uncertainty, disability, and the indignities and frailties of aging.

But I can’t miss her Courage.

Grandma suffered in her last years from partial blindness and deafness, frequent bouts of paralysis, pain, and collapse, and the uncertainty of not knowing how bad her physical struggle would get before it ended.

She laughed, “I’m having another M.L.A!”(“Momentary Light Affliction” 2 Co 4:17). She put her losses on her imaginary “It Doesn’t Matter List”—a list she didn’t write upon the things she had to relinquish, a list she didn’t put in a place in she couldn’t find. She let everything go—driving a car, sleeping through the night, walking to the bathroom alone—with a little laugh. I marvel at her light-hearted courage. And I know her bravery emanated from her confidence in Jesus’ love for her.

She knew he forgave her many regrets and that when all the M.L.A’s had passed, He would take her home. She gladly gave Him her life, her dignity, and her failing body, trusting Him for future joy.

So she could laugh, forget herself, show avid interest in those around her, pray for her entire family by name using the alphabet as her prompt, and face diminishment and death with a wink and a joke.

I will never be as funny as my grandma, but I hope when my body fails I will learn, by the grace of the Lord, to hold myself lightly, to age humbly and light-heartedly, to be so grateful for everything that no one ever feels guilty about me, to show tireless interest in everyone near me, to pray without ceasing for those I love, and to smile and laugh to the last of my days, trusting my Heavenly Father with all my heart.

Thank you, Grandma, for your legacy. I miss you. But I imagine those near you in God’s Kingdom today delighting in your funny puns, and the Father Himself laughing with joy over you.


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  1. Oh Jasona, so sorry to hear of all your grandma’s mla’s. What a joy and tribute to her Jesus that she remained true to Him and herself to the last. Certainly a lady who was always easy to like, respect, and learn from in her wisdom. Thank you for these beautiful words of tribute.

  2. Oh, Jasona, what a beautiful tribute you have written for your grandma. I miss her so much. A card I received recently said that we don’t “get over” grief. We assimilate it. It becomes part of who we are. Those words have been helpful to me. As your’s are in reminding me of who she was and is.

    She was my mom, my longest relationship on earth. She was 90 years old, but it still feels as if her time here was too short.

  3. What a beautiful reflection on an amazing life of love and grace. So thankful for this encouragement to live well and free focused on Jesus not our circumstance and delight in the gift of life. I am blessed to have met Grandma Terry only a few times, and i can smile a those memories of joy and thoughtfulness. Her joy is planted in her legacy. Thank you Jasona for sharing I grieve and delight with you in her Life !

  4. “I am dying to see Jesus” struck me as the anticipation your Grandma looked forward to with all her heart and life. Thank you for sharing this tribute. In my last days I will remember your Grandma!

  5. What a beautiful tribute, Jasona! I so enjoyed meeting her, through you! 🙂 What a gift to have had someone like her in your life! Thanks for sharing..

    1. This is SUCH a wonderful tribute to our dear, DEAR Grandma Becky!!! MaryEl and I had our last visit with her at Stafholt one sunny day not long before she moved back to be with Grace and Tim. I expressed to her that day, how very much it meant to our precious Dwan, to have her stop by to see him, frequently, while he was at Stafholt. He enjoyed her so much!! As did we!! [Thank you Grandma Becky, for so many sweet, and fun, memories — We still have the darling bear in the soft rose overalls, that you gave to MaryEl. We call her Little Becky Jean, as you told us you had.] … I have a delightful memory to share… One time while we -and (Jonni) Grace, Tim, and Becky- still lived on Drayton Harbor Road, she came by for a visit in the big old house we loved so much! As Becky walked through the French doors into the large knotty pine living room and the somewhat overwhelming MESS we had, from my sending home from Kansas *21* boxes of my Mother’s baby clothes, letters, old family photos, and the like… she uttered not ONE word of dismay or criticism. Instead, Bless her!! – she paused only a second, then happily said, ‘I see … LOTS! … of PROJECTS!!’ 😉 😉 This acceptance of our home and all I was trying to do, Blessed me so much!! Among other memories, I was privileged to attend a Bible Study that she lead years before, at Polly’s home, and to have a Seder meal with her, and Grace and Tim and other guests the night before Y2K! What a BEAUTIFUL, welcoming table that was!! (Remember the rubber band, Grace, that had gotten mixed up in and looked exactly -same color and width!- like the DELICIOUS homemade noodles you and Becky served us?? I’m sorry I laughed so hard, but I WONDERED why I couldn’t seem to chew up that noodle!!!) 😉 😉 I’m so grateful to have been a small part of your lives through the years, and to have known your dear Mother! Dwan, and MaryEl, and I LOVED Grandma Becky’s joy in living, and her amazing and joyful faith, as well as her love for us! Thank You, dear Lord, for Becky Terry!!!

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