In 7 days, you can fly 2 flights, see your parents, talk to your grandfather for the last time, see family you haven't seen since Christmas, see somebody slip from this life to the next, run errands and help arrange, travel to other towns, visit a cemetery you haven't been to in years, attend a viewing, rosary, funeral, graveside service, luncheon, and fly 2 flights and be back home.
How can such big things happen in 7 little days?
I'm glad Ellis and I got to go home, it was a good week, in spite of the sadness. The thing that brings strength to me in times like this, is the gospel. I couldn't survive life's trials without it.
I have a wonderful, strong family, that sticks together and triumphs during trial. I couldn't ask for a better family and I know that they are going to be able to keep going and know in their hearts that our Opa is happy, and that he had a wonderful life.
Some days, things are just hard. But because of the Savior, they will get better.