I have never understood real loss. I can now say that i have had a bit of that bitter sweet moisture on my tongue. They say that the hardest of those to lose are your parents. I can say though that losing my grandparents has been quite a hit to the heart.
I was told when we were watching them slowly slipping away, to instead of panic, sit back in the audience watching God's amazing work, watch the way he moves these intricate parts with precision, and perfection while enjoy this flavorful bucket of "free-refilled" popcorn .
We lost my grandmother last month, December the 8th on my grandfathers 80th birthday. A good friend told me that death is just the beginning. It has been compared to a vehichle traveling along...our souls are the drivers, and we transport from one place to another. It's not until you actually have seen death in front of you that you begin to fathom the reality...the resolution of what the end actually looks like. Its frightening, yet in the same ever so beautiful.
