My grandma’s sister died this week, and for a second I thought her lucky. How death graced her like an old friend at a slumber party. Her eyes still as she asleep lay, unbeknownst to her that life was keeping a secret. He was leaving her that night - the longest relationship she ever had.
The news came in the morn and though she was old, it came as a shock still. I thought to myself, ain’t it strange how one has to succumb to death before their pain is noticed. Do I have to die too before you see me?

To her that knows death more than I do, Pain was your only friend in that hour but remember where you go no on can follow but the hopes and prayers of your rest. So I hold my breath and my heart sinks and I hope, so dearly hope you knew the life that Christ was and rest he would be to you now. Goodbye grandma.