Celebrate
After some silence, I finally feel like there's a new conversation with God bubbling up inside. Justin and I just took a quick roadtrip to Atlanta and had some decent talking time. I mentioned to him that this March will mark 15 years since my sister died. In typical Justin fashion, he presented me with a question that is going to make me think A LOT over the next few months. He asked if I felt like I could celebrate that day at all. March 9. For almost 15 years, it has been a day that we commemorate for sure, but celebrate? Seriously? I felt my chest tighten as soon as he said it. My first response was something about how I find it easier to celebrate her birthday rather than her death day, to which he nodded. But then he said, "it's the day she got to meet Jesus." Now I know from my years as a hospice chaplain what you're never supposed to say to a grieving person. And things like "she's not in pain anymore" or "a...