Life and Death

Some times, grief swallows us whole. Takes us into its belly and drowns us. It takes every ounce of strength we have to fight our way out, swim against the waters and make it back to shore. 

And when we do, we'll stand up, brush the sand off and carry on. Changed, but the same. 

We lost Grandma Lana last week, and it was rough. She was such a natural, spiritual light that I know I hadn't appreciated nearly enough in the short time I knew her. We all take this time for granted, thinking "there's always tomorrow." Well, there's not. We aren't promised any time. The thing that makes me feel grateful for the time I had, is that I know its not the end. I know, in my heart, we will see each other in heaven. It will be as if we'd never had to say goodbye to such an amazing, loving person. Our hearts will be full and content.

Until then, we are going to continue to live. And maybe, be a little bit more like Lana. More loving, more giving. To enjoy the little things more. To smile just to brighten up the day. And to pray for those who need it.