I believe in a plan that extends beyond what we see in our immediate presence. I believe that death is part of a plan that was constructed long ago by a loving Heavenly Father who knows a lot more about the importance of this step than I could ever hope to. I believe in life after death.
The great paradox of life is that, even with all my beliefs, I can't help but be sad that my grandmother; the strongest, funniest, tallest, most beautiful woman I have ever met, has passed from the life I live in. The life where I get to see her with my mortal eyes and hear her with my mortal ears.
The great paradox of life is that, even with all my beliefs, I can't help but be sad that my grandmother; the strongest, funniest, tallest, most beautiful woman I have ever met, has passed from the life I live in. The life where I get to see her with my mortal eyes and hear her with my mortal ears.
I'm worried. I'm worried about my mom. I'm worried about my younger siblings who didn't know her like I did. I'm worried about her friends and family who don't believe in the things I do. Where do they find their peace? Where do they get their closure? Will this make them believe?
She had a special relationship with everyone she met. So many people will grieve her death because so many people considered her their best friend. She could talk to someone for 20 minutes and make them feel like they were understood, that they had just made a friend for life.
I am so grateful to have so many examples of incredibly kind and strong women in my life. My hope is that instead of mourning the loss, I will be able to spend my time becoming the person I want to be; a person that is more like her.
