Grandma,
God May Have Called You Home To Glory, but I know in my Heart Your Spirit lives on in each and every Mitchell. I take some comfort knowing that Pop Pop was there to meet you. You were our rock on earth and our Guardian from Heaven. And every journey we all take You will be with us all every step of the way whispering softly to us, showing us the way. I'll always remember the visits and the Sunday dinners around the table, driving the go cart into the potato patch, painting the house one summer we were home, playing ball in the front yard and being the only granddaughter until Jaren came along. I'll miss hearing your voice and comparing notes on dad and updating you on the kids. But most of all I Miss You.