I stumbled across this article
in the New Yorker, written by Roger Angell. He’s 93 and has some fascinating things to say about life once you’ve lost many loved ones.
I read it and cried, because this is something I think about often. Do you? Sometimes it seems so sad and hopeless to imagine life in my later years and having to say goodbye to so many people. But Angell’s words encouraged me a little. We endure.
And I am grateful for the hope of heaven and that goodbyes are only temporary.
photo of my grandparents, on their honeymoon in 1947