Today is my Nana’s funeral. The day to celebrate her life doesn’t really feel like a celebration to me. My heart feels sad and numb all at the same time. I feel nervous about the reality that faces me today-an acceptance of her permanent absence.
I know in my mind that she is gone, but my heart can’t grasp that truth. Forever, forever away from me.
Oh, how I remember calling her for my silly little problems! She always had such an amazing way of making me laugh at myself. She always knew exactly what to say.
But now she’s gone. Perhaps her voice will ring aloud in my heart and mind in the days to come. Perhaps she will live on in me. Perhaps her mantle now rests on my shoulders and her torch is flamed in my hands to light the paths of the hurt and the broken.
She lives on-in heaven with our Father-embraced by Jesus. She lives on, in me-in my heart, in my life, in my dreams, in my pursuits…she lives. She is gone from this place forever, but she is forever present before our Father. She is forever in His grasp-resting at peace in His arms. She lives, yes, she lives.