As some of you no doubt saw these past few days on my Twitter feed, my grandmother passed away on Friday after a massive stroke.  I still don’t know what to think or do, even after her memorial service last night.

The biggest shock for me was the fact that my grandparents visited over Christmas and all was well.  Nothing really hinted at the future.

But what I really want to say is how fragile and precious this life is.  That we can be fine one minute and gone the next.  I think we forget that in our day-to-day stuff.

And also how utterly unfair and cruel death is.  I haven’t experienced many family members passing away yet.  But I believe God made us to be with one another forever, and every time someone leaves this world I’m angry and upset.  I don’t want to say goodbye, even if I know that we will be together again in Heaven, because I shouldn’t have to.  People for whom we care about that deeply should be with us, not gone.  And the only explanation I can find is that we were not made to say goodbye.

So, I don’t know if there is a point to this post.  Today is just an outpouring of my many emotions from this weekend.  Just never take for granted this fragile life.

[ Photo by Son of Groucho ]