In the loss of my mother, Wynona Jones, a nephew has written beautifully about her. Thank you, Price!
My Grandmother died at 101 just the other night. She died in her sleep, as my Dad hoped she would.
She was a sweet woman who loved her family. Her greatest joy in life was her children and her husband. Anyone who spent a few minutes with her would realize this quickly. She spoke about them, she remembered them even at 101.
She was, most importantly, a precious disciple of Christ. Her faith never waivered. She was true to the end. It was evident in the way she spoke that she did not fear death, but understood the Teaching. Jesus Christ has conquered Death. This life is not our home. The Father has prepared a mansion for his children. As with every believer, this is my Grandmother’s truest legacy. My Grandmother’s confession was simple, but most profound – “I want to go home.”
The meaning behind these words is where…
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