My goodness, it feels good to be back to life and reality. I'm one of those people that craves routine - I love the mundaneness of waking up each day for work; I love my job; I yearn for busyness.
So when I had to step away from it all middle of last week, it was necessary and so worth it. My family lost my sweet grandmother. God took her quietly in the night, as my aunts sang Amazing Grace to her and read bible verses. We were able to spend time with her, recount memories, say our goodbyes.
I thank God daily for sending His son Jesus to die for us on that rugged cross. Because of His love and mercy, I will be seeing my sweet grandma again. I fully believe that in her last few hours with us, God sent angels to be with her, to guide her through the process. I also wholeheartedly believe my grandfather welcomed her with the biggest smile and said, "Damn doodle, what took you so long? Welcome Home!"