One Month or an Eternity?
Caleb, It has been one month since you crossed beyond the veil. One month since the ground beneath my feet gave way. One month that somehow holds a lifetime of grieving. When Grandpa died, I cried many tears. We missed him. You missed him. Then one year later, Grandma followed, and we cried again. Losing loved ones is never easy, but we grieved together. Two years after that, we lost Meme—and once more, tears flowed freely. You loved each of your grandparents deeply. Every loss left its mark on you. On all of us. And now, years later, our family is carrying a grief we never imagined would be ours. Losing you. Young. Healthy. Vibrant. Full of life and laughter. Always excited to be with family and friends. Serving with your whole heart. Quietly worrying about your future—about getting things right, about not being enough. Caleb, you were enough. You always were. I hope you see that now. And your future? In the short term, it is brighter than the rest of ours. That truth ...