Monroe, MI
We made it to Monroe, MI. Physical, emotional and spiritual exhaustion have set in. My body is as numb as my mind. Grief lies heavily on me, like a blanket of spun lead, cold and damp. Even so, I feel the warmth of God's caress, the peace of His grace, the assurance of His sovereignty... and I know He is in control and all His ways are prefect and His plans born of love.
Tomorrow afternoon is the viewing. What a strange custom. I dread seeing the body, once the home of the vibrant soul of our granddaughter, now a cold and lifeless shell. Nonetheless, we will go, if not for ourselves, at least of the other family members.
The funeral is Friday. I pray God enables me to be a comfort to others.
Tomorrow afternoon is the viewing. What a strange custom. I dread seeing the body, once the home of the vibrant soul of our granddaughter, now a cold and lifeless shell. Nonetheless, we will go, if not for ourselves, at least of the other family members.
The funeral is Friday. I pray God enables me to be a comfort to others.

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