As I sat on my bed the reality of the news sank in slowly. The coldness crept into my arm spreading through my body. I slipped under my covers, but the chill wouldn't leave my bones. I laid there staring at the wall.
“Maybe Grandpa will see Jon this month in heaven, and Josh too...” I heard my mom say, what ever she said after that I didn't hear.
Tears arose from my eyes.
He won't just see them, he'll see Grandma Barclay, Sono, and Sandy. He'll see the face of God! I just wish I could say goodbye! A tone starts to play in my head, I can see all my family and friends in Heaven singing the words.
It is not death to die
to leave this weary road
And join the saints who dwell on high
Who’ve found their home with God
It is not death to close
The eyes long dimmed by tears
And wake in joy before Your throne
Delivered from our fears
O Jesus, conquering the grave
Your precious blood has power to save
Those who trust in You
Will in Your mercy find
That it is not death to die
It is not death to fling
Aside this earthly dust
And rise with strong and noble wing
To live among the just
It is not death to hear
The key unlock the door
That sets us free from mortal years
To praise You evermore
O Jesus, conquering the grave
Your precious blood has power to save
Those who trust in You
Will in Your mercy find
That it is not death to die
That it is not death to die!
The tears stop, as a content feeling sweeps over me. I don't have to say goodbye because this isn't the end of my fun and loving Grandpa. The time I've had with him is just the beginning of something SO much greater.
~Deanna, Just a girl who cries.
