Joy and Sorrow InterwovenTuesday, September 15, 2015
I remember walking the whole Saunders-Monticello trail with Memaw when we were little. I also remember passing the Michie Tavern with Grandaddy when he would take us to visit the mountain-side cemetery where his parents are buried, directly across from the tavern. Now a stone on that hillside bears Memaw and Grandaddy's name as well. But isn't it wonderful to think that this life (or that hillside) wasn't their final destination and, even though the loss of their lives feels permanent to us, death isn't permanent for them.