My grandmother

August 16, 2016

When people ask me whether I believe in God, I answer that my God is my grandmother. Even if I don’t believe in life after death, knowing how much she loved me enables me to imagine her going to visit God, putting her hand on his, and saying to Him with a determined look in her eyes: ” Listen, my granddaughter has a problem, will you please help?”. And He will, because otherwise she will pester Him until He does.

You Might Also Like