My grandparents had a small farm in SW Manitoba and enjoyed raising their young family. Dad was born in 1902 and he had a sister Mary, three years older, and another sister Edna who was one. In January 1907, Edna died from scarlet fever. A year later, another sister was stillborn.
It was a Saturday evening. Our home group had gathered to specifically pray for one of our members who had landed in hospital with a heart condition. Following prayer and fellowship, we went home. And I just knew, that I knew, that I knew, he would be OK. I slept well that night.
The phone rang early Monday morning at which time I received the news my sister had passed away during the night. Whether expected or not, this type of news always comes as a shock. So, while preparing to make the journey back to Manitoba for the memorial service and some family time, I’ve been looking over old photos and remembering.
She was a happy child, playing with the Raggedy Ann doll that Mom had made.
We had an older sister and brother who doted on her.
Although four of my grandchildren live three hours away, there are many opportunities for visits, and even long-term periods of doing “Gramma Duty” while my daughter and her husband are away on mission trips.
