My granddaughter

On Friday, it will be eight months since she was born.

I keep a photograph of her on my cell phone.  I see it many times a day, but I desperately don’t want that to become routine.  I’m trying really hard not to forget that, despite appearances, I have a grandchild.

Just now, I decided to listen again to a song that my friend Greg Smith shared with me back in June when it happened:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjEHJFq5zb4

I haven’t listened to it for several months.

I’m tough.  I’m northern European.  Stoic.  Unemotional.

I broke down and sobbed.

The pain never really goes away.

Thank God for the Gospel, and for the hope of the Resurrection.

This isn’t just a game for me.