On Saturday, September 17, 1994, my life forever changed. My maternal grandmother, the Reverend Georgia Missouri (Hurley) Latimer, made her transition into the Spirit World. The sadness of the day didn’t hit me until years later.
The Apocrypha John wrote, “And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.” (Revelation 14:13) This gives me comfort when I reflect upon my grandmother’s life. Her good works continue to follow her. And whatever good works I do, in her honor, follow her.
I’m surprised that I miss Rev. Latimer as much as I do these many years later. In reality, she was only a part of an ever-decreasing part of my life. Nevertheless, the lessons my first pastor taught me burn in my heart stronger than ever. I cannot forget the many, many lessons she taught me. Her voice rings in my mind when it wants to go astray. Just last week, while seeking guidance from my school advisor, her words poured through my advisor’s mouth.
My greatest sadness is that my daughter (and any future children God blesses us with) will never meet Rev. Latimer in the flesh. I can only imagine how crazy Grandma would have been about Selena, about me being a married man. But in the quiet moments of the day, I feel her sweet embrace, letting me know she’s nearer than my breath.
From a Loving Grandson,
George H. Latimer-Knight