I woke up last night and had an imagined conversation with my 3 year old grandson about his great grandparents. “Your great grandmother was shorter and smaller than anyone else in the family, and her hair was like white fluffy clouds, she taught kindergarten, and loved poetry. Your great grandfather had one of those smiles that made everyone else smile. He worked around food all his life, running restaurants, warehouses, and the church kitchen. When can they come over and play? When you get a little older they’ll visit and tell you stories about when granddad was a little boy, just like I tell you about your dad.” It’s the way love works through a spiritual presence that’s so very real.
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