Days 165-172. I watched as grandpa was commemorated, celebrated, honored, and discussed.

I listened to tales of his life, some stories I’d never heard of and some stories I’d heard so many tines before.

I wept as I saw his casket get ready to be lowered into the ground, the last physical sense of him gone.

It’s so difficult for me to accept that he and grandma are gone. I don’t want it to be true.

I don’t see how I will ever move past this loss.

I know the strength of the Lord is with me. I know he is resting. I know they are together and free.

I don’t want them to be gone.

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