I visited my friend Paula’s grave site for the first time since her graveside service. Misty rain sprinkles my windshield as I park my car next to her headstone. Someone has placed a pumpkin-shaped holder with colorful faux flowers on her grave. It’s quiet. As I stand there, it’s still hard for me to believe she’s gone. I regularly think of something I want to tell her, so I talk to her a while. Does she see me? Can she hear me? I have no idea. So many theories are out there on what happens after death. I don’t know who’s right or wrong, but I do know that what God promises he will make happen. I will see my friend again.
Life and Death
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I have a hard time visits a gravesite, knowing they are not there in spirit, but like to send them my love often. Do they hear us I wonder? Maybe God passes it on. Thanks Sheila! 💕