As I’ve said before, I don’t consider myself a writer, so I apologize if the following words feel jumbled and incoherent. I’ve been back and forth on whether or not to even share these scattered, fleeting, somewhat personal thoughts, but I feel compelled to before moving on.
It was unimaginably difficult to hear the news the day before Thanksgiving that a friend had passed away suddenly in the night. It’s a good thing I’ve made countless pies before, because I could barely see what I was doing as I continued through the tears.
Hope and I were never especially close, though I felt closer to her this year than any other. I was quite looking forward to eventually making the trek out to her side of the city and accepting her offer of a walk on the beach together, and I regret that we will not be able to do that in this life.
My heart is so happy for Hope. She is breathing easy for the first time in the presence of Jesus, and as my brother said, “Well, I guess Heaven is better than San Francisco.” He’s right, and I realize that to feel anything other than joy over the fact that she is now with her Savior would be selfish.
But my heart still hurts at the loss; I feel it keenly, and it’s crushing. My heart hurts for her sweet husband and beautiful daughter, as well as the rest of her family. They’re in my prayers, and when tears threaten to fall again, I cling to these promises:
We do not grieve as those who have no hope. (1 Thessalonians 4:13)
To be absent with the body is to be present with the Lord. (2 Corinthians 5:8)
“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” (Revelation 21:4)
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven can’t heal. Praise God, we have a living hope. Death does not win in the end.
All of the photos in this post belong to Hope.