My children are my joy. Without them here this week I don’t know what I would have done! We continue to mourn together as we all continue to love Mark so deeply. Both tears and laughter are right at the surface. My two granddaughters are such a joy. With a book in their hands they come running to sit on my lap and read together. During these moments my burden is lighter. My beautiful Ashley (Nathan’s wife) has been a pillar of strength. She helps us to stay organized, keeps the kitchen in order and is a listening ear for all of us.

Leaving the hospital on Sunday night was so difficult! Two stayed behind to gather Mark’s pillow and blanket – (I wondered, “Do I want to burn the blanket or cuddle with it??”) and the others helped me find my way to Nathan’s car so that I could ride with the girls. Their 3 year old, Alyssa, was not too sure about leaving Grandpa at the hospital. She kept saying, “My grandpa died!”

In the car I let her know that Grandma was sad. Her response was so sweet, “Don’t be sad Grandma! Grandpa died just like Jesus died, but Jesus came back to life and Grandpa will come back to life!”

She is exactly right – it won’t happen in three days, but she is right. There is peace in Christ.