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I don’t know what life after death is like. I believe with all my heart that death is not the end, but I really don’t know what it that looks like. I don’t know how time flows, or if it even does. I don’t know how earthly relationships are maintained, or if they are.

But this I know: as sorrowful as I am to not have my grandfather around on what would have been his 89th birthday today, this is his first birthday in a long, long time where he and my grandmother are together, and neither one broken in body or mind.

And whatever that looks like, that is a beautiful thing.