Who knows, Ellen? You may well have visited that very graveyard. My Aunt Shirley was buried in a very small cemetery where my grandparents are also buried in north Mississippi. I rarely go there anymore since they’ve died but I would love to go back and visit again. I hope to go this fall for a family reunion.

Yes, I agree, Sarah. Many joyful reunions ahead! The older I get, the more heaven fills up with people I love.

Yes, Jeff and I say almost every time that we’re glad we went to a funeral or visitation–once it’s over. 😉 I don’t ever look forward to them per se, but I do enjoy the visiting time with friends and family that we don’t see much any other time.

We each have to deal with death in our ways. It’s good that you were able to do what gave you peace in different ways with both your dad and mom’s funerals. Both my parents funerals were different but part of that was trying to respect their individual wishes and at the same time do what was best for those left behind. It’s never easy.

Yes, resurrection changes everything, doesn’t it? That’s a great way to put it, Michele. Thanks.

Thanks, Linda. I’m most sad for my Uncle Ralph because he will miss his wife’s daily presence….

Sometimes after a loss I hear someone saying, “Heaven just gets sweeter all the time.” Though, of course, it’s infinitely sweet just with the Lord there, I know what they mean: the longer we live, the more people we’ll have to look forward to seeing again when we get there.

I don’t know what people do who have no hope of a resurrection. It seems so depressing and empty to think this life might be all there is. But I am glad it isn’t, that we have abundance of reassurance that the graveyard isn’t the end.