My grandmother passed away last week.
She was 101 years old.
Due to her longevity, her funeral was more of a celebration, rather than a morose assembling.
And as I got to thinking about Lady Esther Bermiss' life, one thing stuck out to me more than any other thing.
Her fruit of gentleness.
If there was ever to be a woman to personify Christ's depiction of a "quiet and gentle spirit", my grandmother would be the Lady of the Occasion.
And what makes her gentle spirit so worthy of admiration is the hard life that she led. She was of a lower working class, she has witnessed cruelties and sorrows on many fronts, yet she always had a smile on her face, a kind word to bestow, and prayer in her heart on your behalf.
What beautiful fruit she cultivated and passed down to her children, grandchildren, and great grandson. Because of her fruit, we are blessed. The bible says that blessing (and unfortunately, curses) are passed down to the future generations.
I'm so glad that as I strive to re-grow my fruit tree, I have the fertile soil of hers to help give it a little boost.
Rest in Peace, Tata.
May my fruit tree reach to the doors of heaven and greet you with a gentle thank you.
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