September 26

On September 26, we laid my Grandma Joyce to rest.

It was the first time I had experienced death this closely. Nothing about it felt natural.

As they carried her from the funeral home, we stood outside together. I looked over at my sister—tears in her eyes, hands lifted toward Heaven. Beside her, my other grandma reached out to comfort her.

In that moment, I caught a glimpse of faith I know I’ll carry with me.

In death, we turned to Him who gives us life.

Oh, how I longed to breathe the air of Heaven that day.