Because He Trusted

I went to the cemetery alone because I thought it would be a difficult visit.

I pulled up, noticing the live oaks contrasting with the dead tombstones. The trees’ branches were covered in green ferns that gave them a live, jungly look.

I found the grave and stood looking down at the only earthly remains of grandparents who were once as vibrant as the fern-covered trees and still infinitely more dear.

Instead of the familiar choking of grief, I looked down at the grass covering thei...