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It's Over

God answered our prayers. She's gone, and her suffering is over. Mary Melissa Hopkins Scott transitioned into the afterlife at about 3:30am CT on Wednesday, March 5, 2008. She leaves behind three sisters, two sons, a daughter, nine grandchildren, and host of other relatives and friends. She also leaves behind my broken heart and the knowledge that I'm now living in a world that doesn't include my grandmother.

Saying goodbye to Granny won't be easy. The very thought of looking at what's left of the vibrant woman who gave me everything brings me to tears. I know she would want me to be strong for my mom and my uncle and my brother -- and I will -- but right now, I've got to grieve for myself. At this point, my only thought is trying to make it through these next few days without losing my mind. Pray for me...

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Janelle said…
You know you are in my prayers and I am with you in spirit.

The one thing that helped me when my Granny died in 2003 was that she is now my guardian angel. There is no one I can think of that would be a better heavenly cheerleader than the woman who taught me unconditional love and how to crochet. You will continue to fell your Granny's love in the little details of life. She will always be with you as she is a part of who you are.

Love ya, girl! Call me day or night!

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