Today was a day of sadness, and rejoicing. Grandpa Woodbury passed away. He was a man that I looked up to, respected, and strived to be like. I look forward to that time that I will see him again.
People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad. ~Marcel Proust
May the Lord watch over and bless my dear Grandma Woodbury.
You are in my thoughts and prayers.