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The World NEXT ends 

My last blog entry was on 7/12, just before we left for our Scout trip. I've done a page on that trip (which was excellent), if you're interested.

I've been quiet because I've been swamped with what work and life have brought (more on that later), but primarily because I wasn't sure how to approach the things that happened while I was out of town. On 7/18, my grandmother, Lillian June 'Nana' Cassard died. My wife and my son were able to be with her and the rest of my family when she passed. I know it was hard on them, but it was a true blessing and I am really thankful that they were were able to take the time to be there. Nana had been 'in declining health' for a number of years, and I'm certain the stress of the Katrina experience took at least five years from her and us. Nana lived with us for many years and I spent a lot of time with her as a teenager.

While I was in the woods of Missouri, my brothers composed an excellent obituary for her. I've posted it to keep it present and searchable on the 'net. I really can't say anything better than they did. Nana was a loving soul who loved selflessly.

During the same week my wife's aunt died, Myrna Ruth Randolph "Nanny" Dufour. I've posted her obituary as well. She was a wonderful person, and I had thought we had many many more years together here. Her death is just about as hard, because in retrospect, it almost certainly didn't need to happen.  

I started this entry because of a post about death  from Rocky Oliver which I think, while thought provoking, misses the point. The funeral and the treatment of the body is much more about helping the living deal with the passing and celebrating the life of the person than what actually happens to the body after it's been cremated/buried. The treatment of the body is all about showing respect for and cherishing the memory of the living person.

I will miss Nana and Nanny until I see them again.

I declare to you, brothers, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God, nor does the perishable inherit the imperishable. Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed— in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: "Death has been swallowed up in victory."
"Where, O death, is your victory?
 Where, O death, is your sting?" The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

1 Corinthians 15  (50-57)

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Craig Wiseman September 17th, 2007 10:34:44 PM

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