My birthday is on December 30. For years, I didn’t like my birth date as it is often lost between Christmas and New Years celebrations. Now that I’m older I love my birthday for one reason - it was the day my Dad’s parents got married at St. Paul’s Lutheran Church in Gresham, Nebraska in 1928.
In January 1967, my Grandpa passed away so I never had the opportunity to meet him in mortality. But I distinctly remember him holding me as a baby and I have always believed he brought me to earth. If that is true, why wouldn’t he chose one of his favorite days – the day he married his sweetheart – as my birthday.
Today my Grandma and Grandpa were reunited again after nearly 42 years of separation. Although I will greatly miss my Grandma, I am happy she is once again with her husband and three children. Undoubtedly this is a day of celebration for her.
My heart aches for my Father – the last living member of his family. I was asked to tell him about Grandma’s passing, a burden I did not want to bear. Fortunately, he has a clear understanding of the Plan of Salvation and the reality of eternal families. He is taking it much better than his very emotional daughter.
4 comments:
He's taking it better than his other emotional daughter - see you in Nebraska!
I love Grandma Rathje. So sweet, I still have all the beautiful embroidered linens she made me
What a beautiful post, Karry. And a beautiful picture of you Dad and him Mom. He's so handsome! Happy birthday, I know your Dad and your Grandma are very proud of you.
How darling are cute Grandparents. And your Grandma's wedding dress...precious. Lovely!
See you when you return.
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