My grandmother was such a strong woman. I admire her for her stamina in these difficult times during and after World War II, when she lost her husband at age 25, having to raise two little boys by herself. I remember her telling me that in one of their last conversations, her husband had told her that she should make sure their sons would get a good education. And she sacrificed a lot for them and also for us grandchildren in order to support us to this end. She was always interested in our wellbeing.
The funeral was dignified, in spite of the pastor's allusions about the immortality of the soul. It's sad that so many people buy into this misbelief, although the bible is so clear on this matter.
"For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first." (1 Thessalonians 4:16)
I really hope to see her again on that day!
|My last picture with her - at her 95th birthday|
|Here she was in her late 80s - with my Dad on the right|
|At her 90th birthday|
Here some wintery pictures of the beautiful countryside