Harold was a strong man, so tall I had to look waaaaay up at him. The last few years of his 89 years of life life were hard and there is so much relief that he is with Jesus, celebrating and finally out of pain. Last week was spent helping make arrangements, run errands and just spend time with Brian's mom and grandma. As I held Lila, taking a nap in my arms, as How Great Thou Art was sung at his funeral, there was a sense of promise and hope that life continues. There is always a plan and life goes on.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.