My grandmother's faith..............

Last night my grandmother called. She is a strong, beautiful lady who has always held strong to her Faith. She knows what it is to lose a child. She lost her only child, my mother. She endured the pain as she helped to raise her two grandchildren all the while exhibiting her undying Faith in a God who is good. Now, she grieves the death of her grandson. If anyone understands the pain I endure, it is my grandmother. She asked, when we talked, if I was ok. I said, "yes". She asked again, are you sure you are ok? I started to cry. She knows. I can be strong in front of everyone else but hearing my grandmother who knows my grief, who knows the pain of losing a child and a grandchild, asking again if I am ok and expecting to hear an honest answer, I broke down and cried.

I cried myself to sleep. I woke up crying. I need to cry. I need to release the pain in the form of tears. Sometimes the pain is just so hard to bear.

My grandmother is a wonderful example. I only hope that I can exhibit half as much faith as she has.