Today marks a year into my Grandpa's passing, and so I pen a memoir. To revisit the grief is to remember the mercies God had supplied in sorrow. And to remember his life is to recount God's kind grace. And I pray that this may be of some sort of solace, to those who might be in a similar place of grief. For today, too, we recall, that death no longer has final say, but Christ, the Hope of the world.
(selah) then...face to face. 