Ah, yes

I have always suspected that Grandma wasn’t really dead but was merely living somewhere else, somewhere with green grass and a nice big garden; and while I know the woman I saw wasn’t her, I also know that it might as well have been, and that it will be.

Today I simply caught a glimpse of the joy of it, the inevitable and enduring joy.

excerpt from a post by Amanda Witt, of Wittingshire

“. . . I look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the age to come.”

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