This is a letter to my grandmother, whom I called Mother. She went home to Heaven recently.
You’ve been in Heaven for over three weeks now and I wish I knew your phone number there so I could call and ask you all the questions that have been going through my mind since you left.
I’m sure you’ve been busy getting settled in your new mansion. How does the garden look? I can just see all the gladiolas blooming just for you. Hopefully the rhubarb is under control. Just be careful when you cut it – I still have a scar on my finger from that time you let me do it and I didn’t realize how sharp the knife was.
There is no doubt in my mind that you have a very well-stocked library somewhere in that house of yours, so maybe you’ve had time to start reading the books – all your favorites by Gene Stratton-Porter, Harold Bell Wright, and Ralph Connor. I have some of the ones you left behind. And don’t worry, I shared them with Kim and Rochelle, just like you wanted.
I have to ask: how is Gramps? I can only imagine how wonderful your reunion must have been. I bet your knees went weak when you saw him! He’s probably shown you around everywhere by now and you’ve already caught up on all the news.
Have you seen my Dad? Please give him a hug and a kiss from me and tell him how very much I miss him. I think about him every single day.
And you’ve seen Jesus! That is the very best of all – to be with Him in Glory for all eternity. Everything else pales in comparison, I’m certain, and you get to be right there in His presence, worshiping Him. How awesome! I am full of joy that you and Gramps and Dad and so many other loved ones chose the Savior, because that means I will see you all again one day. I want to stand right beside you in that great cloud of witnesses.
Well, Mother, I don’t know how reliable the mail service is in Heaven, but I do know that my prayers reach the heart of Almighty God – every time, instantly – and Canada Post could never match that!
I miss you, Mother!
Until we meet again.
2 responses to “Dear Mother”
How beautiful and heartfelt, Wendy. Nicely done.
Thanks for sharing this.
Thanks Rick. I was a sobbing mess when I wrote it, but it was oddly comforting.