I am posting this letter of bereavement sent to a family member as a death notice. It is reminiscent of a time long past when communication was primarily done eloquently by letters.
Mrs. Carlson,
Austin, Texas.
On the fourth day of January, 1913, at ten minutes to twelve o’clock the roll of the great Beyond was called, and Gustave Carlson answered.
Aching hearts and loving hands did their uttermost to keep him here, but he knew His Heavenly Father’s voice, and sweetly fell asleep in the arms of his Savior.
Born of honest Swedish parents, reared in the country, with the beauties of nature for his companions, he lived a singularly beautiful and pure life. He was a constant, attendant at the little country church, and many saddened faces will miss him there. But as I write in memory of him, there comes a sweet, quieting peace, and my Heavenly Father whispers, his body is at rest and his Spirit is with me.
The Father and Mother and faithful brother will grieve, as only those who love can grieve, and their burdens seem heavier today than ever before, but as for the dear departed, he has entered into new and green pastures, where living waters flow, and he shall suffer no more.
At the time of his death, Gustav was 24 years and one day old. He leaves a father and mother and brother to mourn his loss.
A friend,
Mrs. HB Marshall.
Austin, Texas, January 6, 1913.
