The Final Goodbye

By Lindsey Eggleston

Today I woke up knowing that I was going to have to say a final goodbye.

The physical response to this grief was immediate. My eyes filled with tears, my heart felt constricted, and my stomach was weighed down as if full of lead. Sadly this is not an unfamiliar feeling but that doesn’t mean I’ve become numb to it. It’s the same feeling I’ve been carrying since four days ago when I got the phone call saying my husband’s grandmother, and the woman who raised him, had collapsed and been rushed to the ER.

Christ will carry me through.

Nan is one of the kindest and most wonderful people I have ever met. She married her high school sweetheart at the age of 15 during a school lunch break and are still Continue reading