I wrote this down as I walked through my grandmother's house after her funeral. The stove was the first thing I looked at when I walked through the door. Nanna was always cooking up something delicious. I pictured her standing at that stove, boiling potatoes or cooking up some Velveeta Shells & Cheese.
As I stood there, the clock on the stove caught my eye. I can't remember if it was a digital or analog clock, but that's not really important. I just remember being caught off guard by the time displayed on the clock.
3:16.
The clock was no longer ticking. It had stopped keeping time, just like Nanna. I was taken aback by the grace of God. As far as I remember, my Nanna was a believer. A feeling of excitement came over me. This small, insignificant detail brought had me joy and peace.
And it still does today.
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