Yesterday was also the funeral (half the country away) of a friend that we had met in China. He was 50. He'd been fighting cancer for years. He left behind two young kids and an amazing wife. Wish I could have attended that funeral. His love for Christ was firm. He was so ready for heaven. He had endured so much pain and sickness.
My friend's dad died last month too. An old family friend lost his mother.
And my dad.
It's a lot of sadness. A lot of holding tight to hope and heaven. I'm not asking why. I think I get it.