Carried my wife to the Unadilla cemetery yesterday to visit her parents, brothers, sisters-in-law's graves. We put new flowers on the graves, prayed, and shed a few tears. An old song came in my heart, "precious memories, how they linger, how they ever flood my soul”. Paul reminded us that we don’t sorrow as those who have “no hope”. We have hope (not wishful thinking) built on the assurance of God’s word. Thank you Father, in Jesus' name, amen.