Since I decided to live out each day I have been given,
My life is much simpler and anticipatory.
After experiencing grief over the loss of my eldest grandson this weekend,
I realized this morning that today is the next day
In a series that is ongoing
Despite death, and grief, and sadness.
The moon still shines and becomes full again;
The sun rises; the rain falls; flowers bloom again.
Even as they will when I am gone.
Even as they have since my father, my mother, and my sister have gone.
One day after the next.
So, each day holds the promise of a next day.
And this is it.
I still love you, even in your absence;
I still have those around me who love me;
I await the gifts you have for me today,
With great anticipation.
– Small town boy