Death

A lady from our church died today. Here was a beautiful first day of summer. Fathers day. And she dies. I was thinking about the suckyness of this situation. A day that is normaly a gathering of families to celebrate the roll of fatherhood,clouded by this event. For Elizabeth I'm sure it was great. Assuming her relationship with the Lord was real. Today was her real birthday in a sence. Her birthday into heaven. But for us, how are we going to be as friends to this family that will feel the loss of this wonderful person? How will they work through the grief as a family? Every Fathers day will have a shadow over it. The grandson who told me yesterday he's not worried about it because "They said she would be fine". Will he be able to trust those that told him this lie? What if they would have been truthful? "Grandma is very ill. She may come through this. But death is a sucky part of life. And God may miss her a whole bunch and want her with him." Would this have been a better responce to the little guy? Or were they lying to themselves too? Trying to dismiss what lay ahead for each of us?

I miss my grandparents like crazy. I want them here. I want to eat Grandmas rolls at my birthday. No one makes them like her. I want to feed the cows with Grandpa. I hate living in Grandpas house. (besides the fact that there are 8 of us living in a 2 bedroom) It's his house and he is not here. The firsts are always hard. But then there are the seconds, and the thirds. Pretty soon time passes and you try to remember how much time. And you can't quite remember. But you miss them none the less.