My phone wasn't working last night (was using our cell phone yesterday), so this morning when I fixed our phone, I noticed that Mom had tried calling last night and this morning. Grandpa died last night. I am mad. Not at anyone, but mad I didn't get to see him. Mad I didn't get to say "I love you one more time." Mad he didn't get to see us and know we were there for him. Mad that it has been two years since Chris and the girls saw him (I saw him in October, see post "Trip to Arizona" November 14th, 2009). We are still traveling down, but not for the reason I wanted. I know God is in control.
About four years ago, Grandma Brackett had days left so we decided to go down and see her. We were going to travel with my parents. The morning we were leaving, Dad walked in and told me she had passed that night. We missed her by two days.
Thank you for your prayers.