Dear Aunt Few,
You and I are now the victims of that old curse of death.It leaves us both widow and widower. I lost Lynn about a year ago and you lost Billy a week ago. Thanks be to Jesus who promises us that by believing in Him death has lost its sting. Please allow Him to take all the hurt. Jesus knew what grief was when he lost His friend Lazarus. He wept at the occasion. Oh, Few may He give you His Shalom in this great time of need.