The day after yesterday I went to Southern Alberta because yesterday was my Grandma Dora's funeral. On the 29th of November she died after being in a coma. Once I heard about her death, my heart broke into pieces. Since that day, i'd never been able to keep my mind off her. We arrived at the church early, and once we did we looked at pictures of when she was young. We also saw her dead mortal body lying in a coffin with the lid open. She was in her temple clothes, and it looked like she was sleeping. Only she wasn't. In the coffin she looked so peaceful. Moments later we went to the chapel. There we sang songs, had prayers, and grandma Shipley and aunt Barbara told about her life. After that we went to Temple Hill Cemetary. After they took the coffin out, said a prayer and we said goodbye to everyone, I burst into tears.
I loved her with my life. She was very special to me, like a diamond. In my prayers I always mentioned her fulfilling her mission in the spirit world, and that Grandpa Harold would always feel the spirit while he is lonely.
The best way that I can show love for Grandma Dora is by being a good deacon, teacher, priest, and missionary. Her death is like a scar, but soon faith will heal it.
Wow Steele what touching words! Your Great Grandma Dora was a beautiful woman and was always smiling. She loved to tell me about when you would go down for visit. She loved you a lot, won't it be great when we get to see her again!
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