Since January 2009 I have buried my daughter, my grandfather, and two grandmothers. Each death was different and I handled them differently. The after effects shook my world differently too. With every death I have realized there is only one Comfort, and when it is too hard to pray or worship, the Holy Spirit intervenes for me so that I can feel a peace that only God can give.
One obvious blessing when pain strikes is that I have been given an amazing family. Together we unite, cry, laugh, and mourn. As Lori stood next to Grandmom's casket we could hear her voice telling Lori "I don't see how you are wearing those heals". As we patted her puffy hair one last time, we all reminisced at how that used to aggravate her. Together we hold the memories of a woman who impacted each of our lives, and how through her life and death we are changed. She would want us to worship God, and would fuss at us for shedding so many tears.