Daughter of the King

Momma called today. We had just arrived at the lake and were toting our stuff down to the cliffs. She asked the question that makes my heart sink every time I hear it. She asked me Honey where are you? It kind of upset me and I think I asked her not to say that. Then I asked the question I already knew the answer to. Did Grandpa die? I don't know any details just that this morning my Grandpa Johnson died. I broke down. I wanted to drop everything I was carrying sit down and bawl. But I kept walking and cried. She told me all she knew. At that point she was at a friend's lake house for a deacon's wives retreat. She was about to head home. Then I came to the point where I could not say more and she told me to just cry and let myself go. I really did cry for a little while, then I gooped up and distracted myself the whole day. I didn't do the crying I needed though. As we were heading back to the car this afternoon I had Rachel answer the phone because I was still lying to myself. If I talked to her about it I would lose it. I let myself be distracted. We know the viewing will be Thursday night so we will fly out that morning and the funeral is Saturday I think and we will fly back home on Monday morning.
We have been losing Grandpa a little at a time but I have still been holding on tight to him. I always knew he would probably be the hardest to lose, so I never wanted to let go as we kept losing him. Please pray for me. I have to make it through two days of work before we can leave to say Goodbye to him and that always helps me to cope and grieve. It will be a very hard three days.