Charles James Cohoon passed away Monday evening. Grandpa raised Paul and so he's essentially lost his father. It has been a rough week. We take comfort in the fact that he is in a better place. He is not in pain. He is no longer afflicted with a brain injury. He is at peace.
We, on the other hand, are very sad with his passing. We miss him. We are sad that he won't be able to physically attend Paul's graduation and be there for other life events. We are glad for the plan of salvation and temple work and look forward to the day when Paul can do the work for Grandpa.
So far this really hasn't been our year. We've had many reasons to be sad and depressed, and we've spent our fair share of time feeling that way. The day before Grandpa died I had a sort of breakdown at church. Everyone was kind and friendly, but you know when you're trying to hold it all together and then someone asks, "how are you feeling?" and then all your feelings just rush out in the form of tears? That was Sunday. We left after Sacrament meeting and went for a drive. We drove up to the temple and talked about how hard everything has been (we knew Grandpa was going to pass this week) and about how we have to decide to focus on our blessings even during our trials. I think we both felt at peace for at least the rest of the day.
As with all aching holes in the heart, this one will take time to heal. I hope that the next ten months are more pleasant than the last two.
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