6 years and about 2 weeks ago, I walked into a crowded room for our wedding rehearsal dinner and was greeted by my then-92-year-old Grandma. She said “Becky, I’m ready to go home.” At first, I was taken aback, confused, and almost offended: she’d only been in town a few hours, the wedding hadn’t even happened yet, so how was she ready to go home!?! Then, in a split second, I realized what she was saying, and I was thankful. There’s a difference between being ready to go home, and being ready to go, well… “home.”
Over the next 6 years, I think Grandma said that phrase each time I talked to her. She clearly lived with heaven on her mind. Yet, she kept going. Helen Elizabeth Youtzy White finally actually went “home” on Sunday morning, after nearly 99 years of living each day to the fullest.
I’m sad for us, but overjoyed for her.
When Grandpa (her husband) passed away, I was comforted most as I thought about the profound hope of the resurrection. For Grandma, I think about that, too — but am mostly just so glad she’s been welcomed to her true home.
Theologically, it’s confusing to attempt to tie together two very disparate timelines — the outside-of-time that is eternity and the finite-time that is this earthly dwelling. But, I take clues from Scriptures like 2 Corinthains 5:8 (“be away from these earthly bodies, for then we will be at home with the Lord” – NLT) and Luke 22:43 (“today you will be with me in paradise” – NIV), to say that while Grandma awaits the resurrection of the body, she already is at home with the Lord. Call it what you want, but I am joyful when I think about Grandma being with God – already, right now, today (if you can use those terms to describe something outside of time).
I think most of my family members have remarked with bittersweet joy over imagining Grandma & Grandpa being with each other again. If they can look down on the world, I’m sure they both enjoyed watching the Cardinals win their first game in the World Series last night! :) They, who lived so many years side by side, will no doubt be as thrilled as anyone to see each other again. Yet, as profound as that is, I think they’re both even more thrilled to be at home with Jesus.
I tear up as I write this, with a whole mix of emotions. Mostly, I think I’m actually joyful. Grandma smiled so much. Even when her sight and hearing deteriorated and her world shrunk to be not much larger than a single room, she still seemed joyful. Even when her faithful companion of decades & decades went “home” before she did, she continued on. Yet, even for someone who was joyful a lot when we we were with her – she’s more joyful now than we can imagine.
The lyrics to a song* by Mike Mains & the Branches (from their album which oddly enough is called “Home”) have gone thru my head a lot this year, with the passing of several wonderful people… some I’ve known & loved, others I’ve never known but still loved…
Dear Emma in heaven,
God shines his light on you.
And now you sleep with the angels
And the saints around the throne
And I can’t bring you back,
But I will live to go to you
I can’t bring you back,
But I will live to go
I can’t bring you back,
But I will live to go to you
Are we living to go home, too?
Put your faith solidly in Christ, and live each day to the fullest.
(Find the Emma Ruth MP3 at Amazon)
*This song was apparently written for a friend of the band who lost an infant child (Emma Ruth). Oddly enough, that band is playing in Grand Rapids, MI (which Grandma made her home in the past years) this weekend. I’ll be heading to Michigan in November for Grandma’s memorial.





