I received word that my father died this morning. Grief has visited my family. Prayer still hurts, but is comforting all the same, knowing that God is aware, listening, attending in this most primal of human endeavors, the passing from this life into God’s eternal presence. My last words to him and my mom were that I love them. I am glad I have that memory. So I grieve his loss, but not his memory. I rejoice that in being absent here, he is now present with the Lord. For that I am thankful. In that, I am sustained by God’s hope in the midst of this grief which visits.