Christ's Victory over Death It was early in the morning on October 1 st , 2018, when I got the news. It was P-day, the only day of the week when I was allowed to read through emails from family and friends, and almost as soon as I opened my eyes, the messages began pouring in. “I’m so sorry,” they said. “I don’t know how to tell you, but Grandma’s had a heart attack, and we don’t expect her to make it through the night.” Normally, having a large family was a blessing. Today it only meant eight menacing blows of terrible news. When I collected myself an hour later, lying on the bathroom floor and streaked with tear stains, I asked myself why. Why her? Why did she have to go? And why on earth would I leave my family, travel 8,000 miles away only to live on my own and be surrounded by a people and language I could barely understand when I could have stayed home and had so many more days with her? Questions and doubts rolled around in my head for days on end. Sitting in the back ...
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