Roller-coaster Ride

Normally I love roller-coasters...

But the last few weeks have felt like a long roller-coaster ride. First, we rushed out to Estevan to have a few last moments with Grampa Cecil. That was a rewarding, but emotional experience. We are so glad we went - and it was a pleasure to sing with him one more time.

The following weekend, we found out that our very best, dear friends were going through their own roller-coaster with false accusations, marital stress, and other life changing anxieties. Since we live 500 km away, this was particularly difficult as we wanted to be there to hug them, to sit with them, and just be there for them. Fortunately, we have an awesome church family who did all that for us, and things appear to be turning around.

Then, this past week, we heard of Grampa Cecil's passing. Another trip, not as rushed, to Estevan to be with family and remember Grampa. It is amazing to think of the impact he had on so many lives - from Canada to India - even up to his last years... To have lived such a life...

And now, with another weekend coming up, I'm ready to get off the ride and sit on the sidelines for a few days... catch my breath...