In memory

I put flowers on Grandma's grave today.  It's the first time in 13 1/2 years I've done that without Grandpa alongside me.  One tradition ends, another is born.  I did not feel lonely or sad at the gravesite, however.  I was filled with joy and knew that I was in the midst of God and a community of saints.  Today Grandpa and I watched the beginning of "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe," and when Aslan came out of his tent for the first time, Grandpa's face lit up, eyes wide, mouth open in a large grin.  He may have been delighted by the computer graphics, but it made me think of a future time when Grandpa will see God face-to-face and what joy there will be.