As we had slowly started to accept the fact that we were not going to have another niece to join our family, we got a call, asking if I would say a few words at the gravesite. They wanted a small family gathering, and no more. I agreed without knowing what was coming. I prepared a reading from 1st Corinthians 15, which a pastor had long ago told me was a good thing to do at a time like this, but I was still disturbed. I knew that to grieve, to help someone else grieve, you had to get them to think about or talk about the one who left.
People dream when sleeping.
Some use the phrase 'asleep with the Lord' for people who are dead. It started coming to me. I can not say no. I can not say that this makes sense to me. Well, yes I can.