We returned home to a warm house this morning about 1 AM, thanks to our neighbors who came over and turned our heat up. But after a trip that included temperatures of -29 degrees below zero (NOT wind chill) our house temp of 49 degrees may have even felt toasty! Coming back to Atlanta was bittersweet...good to be at home and yet we brought along a hollow sadness and a void in our hearts that will never be replaced. I found this poem in David's paternal grandmother's Bible this morning and it brought a ray of sunshine to my heart. Don't think of him as gone away His journey's just begun Life holds so many facets This earth is only one Just this of him as resting From the sorrows and the tears In a place of warmth and comfort Where there are no days or years Think of how he must be wishing That we could know today How nothing but our sadness Can really pass away And think of him as living In the hearts of those he touched Fro nothing loved is ever lost And he was loved so