Heavy-Hearted

Last night I was trying to describe to my cousin Kristal exactly how I am feeling, and she hit the nail on the head - I'm heavy hearted. Last Tuesday, my dear, sweet, 85-year-old Grandaddy was killed in a traffic accident. I spent the rest of the week with my Gran, and did whatever I could to help. The funeral was the sweetest - I'll have to write about that soon. I know without a doubt that Grandaddy is in heaven, but my heart is still heavy when I go to sleep at night. When I wake up and the sun is shining in the windows each morning, I want to be bright and happy like the sun, but my heart is still heavy. I have a peace about Grandaddy's death, but my heart is still heavy. I know it will get better, I just have to give it some time.

While we were at Gran's, my mother got word that her step-father had been put into ICU. (He had been in the hospital with pneumonia for a few days.) This morning, Gran had to go to the hospital because of severe swelling, and Mama's step-father passed away. So now my heart is a little heavier. If you talk to Jesus, please say a special prayer for my family. We need Him now more than ever.