Anne Laverne Crain -- Last Letter

** I would write to my grandmother every week right up to the time of her passing.  In reflection, I felt it was finally time to publish it to my audience.  Enjoy!**

Friday, December 4, 2015
Hey Grandmother,
          Howdy, how are you?  All is well here considering recent events over the previous few weeks.  First Lynn passed away early Thanksgiving morning.  Then on Monday I receive word of your passing.  The last letter I had written and mailed probably hadn’t arrived yet, but I wanted to write one last letter as a celebration of our correspondence.  Lynn’s passing was unexpected, but the news of your passing was a hidden blessing in view of your physical and mental state.  (I know that may sound ugly and insensitive, but I hope you would agree.)  Now you are unbounded by time and your physical body, only to become clothed with a new one standing before a Holy God.  You now get to worship and glorify God forever in eternity.  Isn’t that wonderful?!  I’m envious.  You also are able to reunite with Grandpa.  What does Heaven look like?  What about everyone’s new bodies?
          Thank you for fulfilling the role of grandmother.  You were such a peacemaker in the family.  Also, you were my staunchest ally in my relationship with your daughter/my mother.  Your time appropriate wisdom was much appreciated during times of struggle and indecision.  I thought you carried yourself regally with class and honor.  You truly managed your family with queenly care as you were the matriarch of the family.  This was something I truly admired in your character, gaining stature as a result.  Women like you are a rarity.  (Proverbs 31)
          Of course you will be missed, but you are in a much better place by far.  Since this life is but a vapor in light of eternity, I will see you soon.
I love you!
Phillip Elliott Schwab

Your admiring grandson!

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