Our family trip to Acapulco was the first time our family has gathered all together since the February death of my husband's brother. My Father In Law scheduled this trip in the hopes that my BIL might make it.
In 2004 he was there with us, and so on this trip as we stood in the ocean and hid under the pool's waterfall we saw his shadow... the missing person. And although we missed him in our vacation paradise, we know that the paradise he is in now is far better than any palm tree lined resort.
Today The Big Guy and I attended the funeral of a man from our church who died very suddenly and unexpectedly last week from some sort of "cardiac event." The chapel was standing room only, and I imagine that he and I are not the only ones who are hugging a little longer tonight, and kissing our child a bit more tenderly.