Our precious Gigi Louise has a song again. The Lord released her from earth just a few hours before her 96th birthday on Tuesday.
Gigi Louise's passing marks the end of an era for our family. Her remarkable generation, those raised by parents and grandparents of the 19th century, is now all gone. Suddenly the ship seems slight of ballast; our identity feels diluted by her absence, and oddly mutable.
Many of Gigi's friends and loved ones have expressed the sense that, as my friend Rachel put it, "her kind is vanishing from the earth." We feel the watershed, and it is sobering: somehow we must become the ones who take their place in the ballast hold. We feel too light for it, and yet here we are. His mercy endureth to all generations, His mercy endureth to all generations...
And it was through that same mercy that our Gigi Louise aged with truly astonishing grace. As she became more frail and infirm, she also became ever more pleasant and content. This is a rare grace among the aging, and it has been heartening to witness. Even as her mind and body began to fail her, she was full of childlike wonder and effusively grateful for even the smallest things. She noticed beauty everywhere. And now she is surrounded by it.
Gigi Louise lived a kind of life that can never be lived again. She served her Lord faithfully and she took great delight in loving all the people He brought into her life. She leaves us all inspired. I feel honored to have known her and loved her.