Mike's grandmother passed away recently. I found myself wondering about many things. Firstly, the grieving process and how I can support my husband through the many feelings that come with losing a loved one. The day she died we gathered together with his family. I remember driving to Mike's parent's home and noticing the sky. It was filled with gray clouds, but there was this persistent, golden sun pushing through and blasting a stunning collection of rays down onto the valley. She wasn't my own grandmother, so my own feelings weren't as strong as I imagine they will be when it is my own grandmother. But the sky reflected how I felt about death: sad but with amazing brightness and glory for what I believe the afterlife must hold.