She would have 104 on Sunday. The cake had already been made but, instead I'm going to her funeral. I've been asked to be a pallbearer and speak, it is my honor to do so.

Who am I talking about, you ask? My Grandma Margaret Pitcher. Today we'll mourn and rejoice for her.

I was named after her husband and those that knew him, say I take after him. I didn't have the chance to meet Grandpa Glenn as he passed the year before I was born. Rumor has it that I was going to be named "Shawn" originally. I'm sad that she's gone but she was a Christ Follower, so that almost makes me jealous.

It also made me realize that even if I live to 104, in the grand scheme of things, it's just a vapor of time. It helps me to put in perspective, the things that we place importance on that just don't matter. Now I have to put that into practice.

It reminded me of something I read by Craig Groeschel. He talks about would a fish be happy on a sandy beach. Tara knows the answer to that one. No.

What could we give the fish to make it happy? We could give it all the money it needed. Would that make it happy? Once again, no.

How about the latest gadgets? Nope. It's because the fish is not made for the beach. The sand isn't its home, only water will make it happy. It's like us, we weren't made for this world.

Grandma is now in the world that she was made for and that makes me happy. So I'll mourn for her today but rejoice as well. I'll miss you for now but I know I'll  be seeing you again soon enough.

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