. . . There Is A Season

To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war; and a time of peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
King James Version

*********************************************Catherine, called Tina
March 31, 1921 - January 5, 2010
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Very early this morning, shortly after midnight, it became my mother's time to die. She passed peacefully into the arms of the Lord, and is Home. Alzheimer's disease may have defeated her in this life, but she has won the real reward.

It's been a busy day, and the next few days will be busy also. I want to thank the many of you who have sent kind wishes and prayers our way, both on the blog and privately. It's been tremendously comforting and uplifting.

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And since Truth is stranger than Fiction . . .
a quick tale of remarkable coincidence.

As we sat talking with the funeral director in his office this morning, I glanced
at a nearby wall, where there were pictures of the two prior locations of the funeral home,
which has been owned by the same family for 3 generations.

The picture of their first funeral parlor looked very familiar.
Very, very familiar.
In fact, it looked pretty much like this:

That Old House served as their original funeral parlor from 1936 to 1938.
Now, what are the odds of that, I ask you?

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I am not sure what it is like in Heaven, only that if it indeed holds great joy and delight for my Mother, it will surely also hold wonderful yarn; for my Mom, it was always a time to knit. I wouldn't be surprised if the good Lord has a nice Fisherman's sweater before the week is out.

Blessings and thanks to you all -- Cass