Grandma Eleanor...worshipping her Savior til the end.
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Golden leaves, let loose, caught up in a celebratory dance on whooshing winds.
Honking geese rising high, sensing change and the quickening need to go.
Flowers have turned to fruit, and seeds have dropped their perennial hope.
There's a fragrant earthy smell of mother as she shrouds herself for winter.
It was time, your season of change. Your spirit slipped the bonds that served you well.
But leaves bud again, the geese return and the flowers appear on the earth.
Though we see now in part...through a glass darkly, there is a resurrection.
We will see you again.
Linda Samuel 9/16/2023
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Sweet Aunt Eleanor, what a wonderful reunion you must be having. The hugs, the hymns and worship. It must be wonderful!! You were so amazing. The Grant in you was strong. You were love and class and fun! Rest well, and I will see you again in due time. 🎼 🎤 “When we allll get to heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be. When we alllll see Jesus, we’ll sing and shout the victory!!” 🎶 🎵
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