Two years

I took this photo two years ago. The baby birds were awaiting their mother's arrival. I spotted them as I wandered outside grieving for my grandmother. For six months our family cared for her with the help of Hospice. We brought her home from the hospital at the end of November, and she went to her heavenly home at the end of May.

It was a privilege to be able to help care for her. As I rubbed her feet or helped her to the commode in the middle of the night, I was worshiping the Lord. When she died, I rejoiced for her and grieved for myself. The sadness was deeper than any I had ever felt before in my life.