Love and Loss
It's been almost 3 weeks since this lovely lady has been gone and I've found myself thinking about calling her several times on my way home, like I used to do. I know she is in heaven with Jesus, my grandfather, her parents and other people she loves, but I selfishly want to hear her voice again.
The last few years of her life weren't easy but pictures like these remind me of how much she loved her family even during the difficult times.
Loss is an odd thing. I didn't make it to see her before she died and I still struggle with feeling guilty about that, regardless of whether she would have known I was there or not. I think about and miss both of my grandparents daily but I feel such a sense of peace that they aren't in pain, physically or mentally, anymore. And while I wish they were both still here with us I know their days are infinitely better than the ones we have here.
