A clean linen

23 April 2011, 11:31 am by Giggles

And when Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean linen cloth,
And laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock: and he rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulchre, and departed.
Matthew 27:59-60

Thirty-two years ago today my grandma died. I was nine months old that day. My grandpa lived without her until 2001 when he was at last able to join her again. We had his funeral on my 23rd birthday. He had missed her that whole time and I can’t imagine a more joyful reunion on the other side of the veil. My other grandma died when I was four. This past October grandpa was able to reunite with her. Another joyful reunion I am sure.

I miss my grandparents. I have more memories of my grandpas then I do of my grandmas. I know they are all a part of my life. There are many things I do that remind others of my grandmas. Someone once even recognized me as being related to my grandma because of the shape of my nose. They are still my grandparents and I will be reunited with them again.

At our wedding we had several things made out of linen. The bodice of the dress I wore for the ceremony was linen. The center square on our wedding quilt was the same linen. And I made handkerchiefs for myself and both of our moms out of the same linen. On those I did white machine stitching the shape of a pansy. Just like the colorful pansy handkerchiefs I made earlier that year, it was a way for both of my grandmas to be with us at our wedding. Although I’m sure they were there in other ways as well.