We received a phone call yesterday that Kevin's grandmother Iris had passed away in her sleep. She seemed to have gone peacefully. I felt like I should write a little about how she touched my life in the short time I have known her.
From the first time I met her, I could tell that she had an amazing sense of humor. Not only was she able to keep up the jokes with Kevin's family, but she usually started it. She was kind and sincere and always "abounding in good works". Whenever we would go over, she was always working hard on stuffing little balls for children in need. Although she could not see and had difficulty walking, she rarely complained.
When we found out we were pregnant and began to think of names, Kevin immediately wanted to name one of our little girls after his grandmother Iris. When Abby was born, I saw those bright blue eyes and immediatly thought that our decision on Abigail Iris was a perfect fit. Now, when i look at my sweet daughters blue eyes, I will always think of her heritage that she will be representing. Of a fun, loving predecessor who was always thinking of others and was faithful until the end.
