(On the death of my aunt, a letter to my cousins)
Dearest Liz and Joan,
God bless you with the assurance of His Love and His Comfort. I cried when I heard of the tenderness of your final act with your mother, bathing her, dressing her and preparing her for the grave. That was so sweet of you. I’m sure that over the span of human history it is a very normal natural thing, but I’ve never heard of anyone doing that now. You are certainly brave and very loving. I was trying to image how it would feel to be in your place. I think I’d feel this way:
Sweet final moments, our final goodbyes.
You're so quiet now, so unlike our busy life I remember so well....
We won't walk this way again,
Until our lives are over, and we meet over there.
Remember me there, Mom, before our King.
You take my heart with you. Bear it well.
And these tears we’re washed with, will turn to joy, tomorrow.
What will the world see, now that this new page is turned?
What will my life be without you, this chapter over?
I love you Mom, and await the happy forever that we will share, tomorrow.
My heart goes out to you, and my prayers, that God grant you the peace and assurance that His able hand is taking care of every detail of your mother’s dear life, as He has, and is, and always will, in yours!
Much love in our Loving Saviour, Scrappy (LKjr)

