Beauty in the Ashes

     You told me time really would heal.  Less than six months before you were gone.  The words were for Matt, but I hear them in my mind all the time.  You knew grief...the ins and outs of it...how to minister to people in the midst of it.  It's been a year and a half since I kissed you goodbye for the last time this side of Heaven.  Sometimes the grief is just the dull ache Matt taught me about that night on the balcony.  Sometimes it's easy to tell stories about you and share memories and laugh.  And sometimes, the smell of McDonald's coffee makes me weep because I miss you so much.  I can close my eyes, and see you in the driver's seat, picking up coffee for you and cinnamon rolls for me.  Sometimes my pots and pans bring me to tears, because they are the pots and pans you decided I needed to have.  When I remember not to turn the heat too high because they are so classy they work well at lower temperatures, I think ab...