My Papa and My Jesus

Tonight I am flying with Norah to North Carolina for my Papa Salazar's Memorial Service.

I am 34.  I am 34 and until March 17th I had all four of my grandparents.  I don't think it's very common to make it that far in life without experiencing a death in the immediate family, and it's something that I am very grateful for.  I have to say though, that experiencing the loss of my Grandpa has been different than I thought it would be.  Of course there is sadness.  I expected that.  Of course there is a deep sense of loss.  I expected that too.

What I didn't necessarily expect was the overwhelming comfort I would feel the minute I heard the news. Yes I am a Christian, and yes I have always believed what the Bible tells us about where we go when we die.  The problem is, I am analytical...a thinker.  I have been afraid for a long time that when faced with death, I would react analytically.  Here's a confession that may seem strange coming from a lifelong Christ Follower and a Pastor -  In the moment I knew Papa was in Heaven, it suddenly became very real...not just a place we hear about, but a place that is a reality to me.  I may be late to the party on that one, but it just took losing someone close to really grasp it.

I have to tell you that there was such a feeling of peace as I imagined my Papa walking around in heaven - greeting relatives that had gone before, experiencing a wholeness in his body he hasn't had in a long time.  The greatest thought of all was him meeting Jesus.  I don't think I have met anyone in my life who has loved Jesus more than Papa - The One he rose early each day to meet in his prayer closet, the one who he read and studied about, the one who he told everyone who would listen about. His Jesus.

That thought alone, though tinged with sadness, is what makes looking forward to heaven so sweet.  Not just the fact that I will see Papa again, or other relatives I knew and loved, or even our twin babies that are there.  It's the fact that one day I will stand face to face with Jesus, the one who loves me and you, more than anyone else.