Eleanor Rinehart

My grandmother, Eleanor Rinehart, is at peace.

In my Father’s house there are many dwelling-places. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?

As Juliette put it when we talked last night, "God has a lot of beds."
Eleanor Rinehart on her 90th birthday, 2008

Here are some of the things I associate with Grandma Rinehart.

aqua aerobics
deviled eggs
Nutty Bars
needlepoint Christmas ornaments
Pall Mall cigarettes (though she did eventually quit)
costume jewelry in a shoebox
roller derby
zucchini bread
hot air balloons
potato salad
Myrtle Beach
afghan quilts
Taco John's
old geezers
game show "programs"
Danielle Steel
beehive hairdo
Genevieve at 9 months old, pulling out every single charming baby trick in the book

O God, you are not the God of the dead, but of the living.
Are we to mourn our dead as ones that have no hope?
In your resurrection, O Christ, we celebrate ours.
The gift of your life is not for a season, but forever.
As long as you are with your servants, your children, they are with you; they lose nothing by dying.
They depart out of the world, but not out of your family.
They vanish from our sight, but not from your care.
One sun has set upon them, but a greater is risen.
They are not dead; no, it is death that has died in them.
They enter into healing, into rest, into glory. 
For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. 


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