Grandma Dorothy’s funeral was yesterday and it was beautiful. I think this Christmas was the toughest one my family has had to go through. Thursday morning my Grandma Dorothy went to her Heavenly home. It was unexpected and heartbreaking. I can’t help but think of all of the things I want to ask her now. All of the questions I have about her life and about canning and cooking. You always thing you have enough time.
As I sat in the pew and soaked kleenexs’ with tears, I listened as my Papa preached her funeral. His message was beautiful and fitting, just the way Grandma would want it. One thing that has stuck with me since the service is that she is spending her first Christmas with Jesus. How amazing. Afterwards, we had her graveside service and buried her next to Grandpa. I am going to miss her so much.
On the way home it occurred to me: