"Do you just cry sometimes?"
"Joey," my mother said on the phone. "Honey, your Granddaddy passed away this morning."
I’ve tried before and there’s no easy way to give or receive this kind of news. You just have to cry when you get a phone call like this.
It’s okay to cry sometimes. In fact, some medical doctors say it’s therapeutic, releasing good chemicals into your body. And wouldn’t it be sad if no one cried when someone dies?
My grandfather positively influenced my life in so many ways. Sure, I didn’t want to see him suffering anymore. It was his turn and I wouldn’t ask God to bring him back today because I loved him too much to be selfish with his life. But I still miss him. I miss his laughter, his cock-eyed grin, his wisdom, his self-assured ways that weren’t cocky, but inspired confidence that I would actually live through whatever what was happening.
So yea, I cried. And I still do sometimes. And you know what? It’s okay to cry sometimes as you listen to life. God cries with you when you do.
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