This has been a rollercoaster-type of week, I have some thoughts to share.
Have you ever seen the faces of those waiting for a missionary to arrive home? Of course you have. In fact, probably multiple times, I imagine.
The excitement in the air; the anticipation; the hugs, kisses, and tears are all a big part of that event—it is memorable and important. I still get emotional just thinking about that experience.
This week is like that. Feelings are intense and perspective is essential. It's with mixed emotions that we navigate times like these, but let's not forget to celebrate a life well-lived. That perhaps is one of the best ways to honor Gma.
You all know that we visited Denver with her a couple years back. I am glad we went when we did. She really loves that part of the country and writes in her memoir that once a minister spoke about his vacation in the Colorado mountains, and it made her so homesick that she cried. She is not crying today.
Today she is happy. The hospice nurse gave us a pamphlet out of consideration to help us through this unavoidable part of life. It was thoughtful and appropriate. One quote that stood out to me was an African proverb "Death does not sound a trumpet."
In many ways, that claim is true. With great fanfare and celebration, we enter this life; but quietly we depart from it. That's exactly how it is going down for Gma...on this side of the veil. On the receiving side, I believe it is the ultimate homecoming. Gay, Richard, Elwood, Jessie, Vera...they are all there waiting to greet Elaine and welcome her home. And the Savior waits to receive her with open arms in a divine embrace.
She has lived a good life. Her homecoming will be exceptional.
Of that I am convinced.
I love you, dad