A year ago today, my mother-in-law went to be with Jesus. Pauline has written about the anniversary on her blog under the title ‘Holding Hands.’ In the evening, before her mother died, her father came to the hospital and held her hand for half an hour. They had been married for 63 years. His gentle presence with her brought calm and peace to her final hours.
I’d add this memory of a year ago. On the day of my mother-in-law’s funeral, the message at the church service was preached by her son, my brother-in-law; the short message at the graveside was from her grandson, my nephew.
That is a legacy that recalls Paul’s words to Timothy:
…a faith that first dwelt in your grandmother… and your mother… and now… dwells in you as well.