As I spoke with another former neighbor, who didn’t recognize me for the little girl with red pigtails who used to play in the yard next to his, I realized how quickly the years have passed by. And as I cried when Stacy told us that it was just three weeks ago she had told her grandma that another great-grandchild was on the way, never dreaming that her grandma wouldn’t be there for the baby’s birth, I realized anew the fragility of life.
I drove away from the funeral home yesterday day with tears in my eyes that matched the rain outside, but a peace in my heart that few at the funeral had reflected on their faces. Because I placed my life in God’s hands long ago, I know my home is in Heaven someday. Funerals give me a renewed sense of God’s sovereignty. Because death puts life into perspective.