The funeral was over with its mourning weeds and solemn burial service,
and all that was earthly of Grandma Adams rested in the grave; but what
shall we say of those she has left in their now lonely home? My uncle
and aunt were still as deeply attached to their mother as in the days of
their childhood and youth, and her age and utter dependence upon them
for years past had all the more endeared her to their hearts, and when
she was thus suddenly removed a blank was left in their home which they
felt could never again be filled. But the affairs of life do not stand
still, and we are often obliged to take up again the realities of life,
with the tears of bereavement and anguish still upon our cheeks, and
even this may be wisely ordered to prevent us from indulging our grief,
even to a morbid melancholy. But lonely enough seemed the house when the
kind friends and neighbors had all again departed to their homes, and we
were left alone. There was grandma's arm-chair with the little stand for
her large Bible, her glasses lay upon its worn cover, even as she had
laid them aside on the last night of her life.
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