The sister I miss...

It was the day before Thanksgiving last year. I stood staring out of one of grampa's study windows at an undertaker's van. Turning away from the window I met my cousins voice. "Are you ok?" 

"As ok as every one else." I replied, "Are you staying?"

"No we're going to town..."

 I bid her good-bye until evening and headed out into the living room to be with family until it was all over.

There is nothing so 'unnatural' as death (though we call it a natural thing). Not much else is as hard to grasp, accept, or understand. Enmity stands in its way, not willing  to let it by without a struggle. That enmity was placed there by Love Himself. And yet He submitted to deaths icy grasp for me!