This last summer I lost someone very close to me. It was the first time as an adult I had lost a dear member of my family. I was faced with so much turmoil and fear. I am going to be writing much on this subject and what I learned these last few months about myself, death and facing it in your 29th year. (or any other year, I just happen to be 29).  I understand now why some people want to forget it’s Christmas the first year you loose someone. Or even the second. Overall it’s been a joyous season for us, but that old friend grief is never far away. A few times a day he slips his fiery hand in mine as I am busy with a task, and I feel the burn and sting. But I committed to feel it, not hide, not pretend, and to mourn and remember. So I squeeze grief right back as hard as I can and remind him that the baby born in Bethlehem grew to be the man sacrificed on Calvary and He BEAT death. And death no longer has a power over me. For I have a hope and a future in Him, and so can you. Thank you God. I miss you Dana Casey Raihall.

This is my Dana. She was one classy lady who I miss everyday.