I witnessed something wonderful at the funeral of my twin
grand-babies yesterday. At the end of the service, my son-in-law gently put the
box carrying the remains into the small grave. He then put a couple shovel-fulls
of dirt into the grave. I had never seen this before. My wife leaned over to me
and said, "Stephanie said you could help if you want". They were
going to make him shovel all the dirt in now as they watched?! I jumped up to
help. I was shocked, no stunned. "Do we have to do all of it?", I
whispered. "And anyone else that wants to help", he said. Then as I
looked up, tears filled my eyes. There were already several men waiting for
their turn. As I handed over the shovel to John's best friend, I stepped back
and watched as man after man took his turn helping their "brother"
give his children to God. As it happens, it’s a German Baptist tradition, a
wonderful, tender tradition. As we sang "Bless the Lord Oh My Soul"
and watched the outpouring of heartfelt shovel-full’s slowly fill in the small
hole, we came together as believers in Christ.
My granddaughters
will be sorely missed. My daughter will need more comforting. Things will never
be the same. It's God's plan so we can grow. We must be tested to be approved.
We didn't really loose the twins, not really. I can imagine two beautiful
little girls, sitting by the gates of heaven waiting to give their mom and
dad a big hug. And someday we all will. It's God's plan.
Elizabeth Rose Garber Renee Rose Garber
2013 2013
On shining steps near Heaven’s gate
All dressed in white two roses wait
For time to pass and years to fly
For those on earth to say goodbye
With loving smiles and golden hair
They welcome others entering there
They wait for mother’s hand to hold
And in her arms their blossoms unfold
For My Granddaughters – M. Dale Cross
For My Granddaughters – M. Dale Cross
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