Often times after we experience the death of a loved one, it seems as if time has stopped. We see everyone living their daily lives moving from even to event, but we are stuck in a time warp. We are stuck on May 25th or September 9th or whatever day is ingrained in our brains as one of the worst of our lives.
But I remember. I remember that pain, and that it is still a daily part of some lives and my own. Time doesn’t always heal all wounds, but it does get easier to remember.
Perhaps that is why God allows us to remember. It does eventually ease the pain of death, being able to remember our loved ones after they are gone.
But most importantly…