Life Moves On
|Cousins at memorial service with grandparents--me and hubby.|
No matter how you might feel about the election, life will go on.
The sun comes up, and goes down. You have to get up, face the day, and take care of the thing you have to do.
In the last couple of weeks, I lost a grown grandchild--a young man who spent a lot of time with us, both as a grammar school kid, and later when he was an adult. He had some problems, but no matter what he loved his family fiercely and would defend them, no matter what the consequences might be.
The memorial service for Christopher was one of the most uplifting I've ever gone to--and at my age, I've been to many.
The preacher told about Christopher coming to terms with his impending death and accepting Jesus Christ and asking questions about heaven. I wish I could remember the preacher's exact words.
His best friends spoke about him in loving and also honest terms.
His eldest sister and brother both gave moving and sometimes funny testimony of Christopher's life.
My daugher has lost her youngest son and is still mourning--but at the reception after the service which was held at her home, besides many family members and friends, her two little grandchildren lifted her spirits.
The following day she and her husband, two of her sons and their wives, the eldest daughter and the two grandbabies (both around two) went to Knott's Berry Farm and enjoyed time together.
Here at home, we're preparing to go to a baby shower for the upcoming birth of yet another great grandchild and I've been enjoying the presence every day of another great, Nathaniel, as my daughter-in-law has become the designated baby sitter.
Life does move on. Consider every day a blessing--I certainly do.
|Grandson Gregg at Knott's Berry Farm with great-grands.|