It has been almost a month since my grandfather died. Long past the the initial shock, and the trip “home” to Ohio for the funeral, the tears have continued to come, usually at unexpected times. Most recently it was over selecting a bunch of asparagus at the grocery. Standing there in the produce section I was transported to a day last spring when my children picked asparagus alongside my grandfather at his home.
While in my heart of hearts I do believe that God’s redemption from loss will carry them through, I am prepared for some difficult days ahead. And while the pain of losing someone I love still hurts, I am grateful to have this shared experience to understand just a little more where they may one day be coming from.