Yesterday was my Grandfather's funeral. He is one of the most humble, kind, charitable, and wonderful men that I have ever had the privilege to know. He was 90 years old and was ready to join my Grandmother in the next life. We miss them.
Yesterday our family had the opportunity to spend a few minutes with Grandpa. I took Christopher out of his wheelchair and he walked to Grandpa's casket while I held his hand and supported him under his elbow. When we arrived, Christopher looked at Grandpa, and immediately grabbed his hand. He seemed to expect Grandpa to squeeze back just like he always did. Feeling no response, Christopher took his left hand and lifted Grandpa's arm. I tried to explain to Christopher that Grandpa has gone to heaven, and can't hold his hand anymore.
As I watched Christopher interact with Grandpa, I couldn't help but wonder if he should have been the one enlightening my understanding? Could Christopher see Grandpa's living spirit as we stood by his cold, mortal body? I likely will not know the answer to those questions until the next life, but for now, I know that God has allowed me to see and interact on this side of the veil with one angelic little boy whose true abilities are beyond my capacity to fully comprehend.