life is sacred

My grandfather passed away today.

This morning I woke up in Midland (aka Paris), worked out, ate breakfast, and then my mom called with the news.

I didn’t cry until I talked to my dad. When your daddy cries, you can’t help but cry, too.

I want to write something brilliant and meaningful and true about it all. But I am just too sad to think of anything.

I know this, though. I love my family. I am grateful that we will be in California in a week to hug necks, hold hands, and love one another.

It is a blessing to be loved. It is a blessing to be cared for and to belong to a family. My grandfather was blessed in that way.

Why is it that facing death is such a good reminder that life is sacred?

I hope you wrap yourself around those you love this weekend and remember that we love because He first loved us.

May we live the life He has given us and make it matter. Because every life does matter, so very, very much.

Today, I guess, that is everything I know to be true and good in this world.

God bless and happy weekend, friends..