Thoughts of my grandmother come unbidden and I smile. I should really give her a call, I think, trying to remember the last time we spoke. A second passes and my memories crash down on me. There will be no phone call, not tonight, not ever. She is no longer here and although she died a year ago, there have been moments in my life that I forget she’s gone. And the thundering realization breaks my heart wide open every time. I want to hear her voice so badly, my soul aches and my heart feels like it’s collapsing upon itself.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. ~1 Corinthians 13:7