Even after over 10 years.

11 years ago, my grandpa Louis died. 10 years ago my granny died. 9 years ago, my grandpa Red died. 

Even after 10+ years, I've never cried so hard in my life. I was so young at the time, but now I understand more. I know God had a reason for taking them away. But, it hurts. Of course, I mourn them now than whenever I was 7, 8, and 9. God promises to comfort me like it says in the bible. My faith is so strong than it's ever been. I don't know what I'd ever possibly do without God. He is my rock, my knight, my savior, my life. He's done every possible goodness to me, I pray every night saying "thank you" over 100 times. I can't thank him enough for what he's done for me. I am no longer in fear of dying because I know when I die, I will go to Heaven and have eternal life with my creator, whom believes in me and knows that I am worth everything. Even if I don't believe I am. About 5 minutes ago, I was in tears, couldn't stop the tears rolling down my face but I know that I had to cry to be able to move forward in life; to accept the reasons that they had to leave. It makes me even happier whenever I do think about them, I know they are in Heaven. Eating, dancing, laughing, praising the Lord. For that, I am grateful for their eternal happiness, painless life. <3 God bless them. Thank you for taking care of my grandparents, Jesus. I know they are in perfect hands with you. <3

Forever loving God, 

Cheyenne