I was driving through the neighborhood as I approached a church that is walking distance from our home. It has a lot of history for my family. As children, my mother and her brothers attended Sunday service there. As an adult, my parents were married there and it was also the location my grandmother volunteered for years to work the voting polls.

With so many properties, as well as churches, being sold and turned into high rise condos or apartments, I couldn’t help but wonder what the plans were for the church that has so much history not just for my family but for our community as a whole.

I turned to Dale and I say to him how I wonder if they’re actually renovating the church or if they’re turning it into another apartment building? I went on to remind him that it was the church our grandmother use to work the voting polls for years.

He turns to me, we were at a stop light, and he says “I was just about to say the same thing, I remember her working there but you know your grandmother is retired now.” Somewhat confused I say “Dale, my grandmother is dead.” He says, and he’s looking me deep into my eyes, “well, she doesn’t work there anymore and she’s actually enjoying the ultimate retirement in paradise, so she is retired!”

I was at a complete loss of words for a good 30 seconds and then I could only smile and laugh and say “you get no argument from me, you’re absolutely right.”

In that moment he put so much grief I have been experiencing in perspective.

A child shall lead the way……..