Three deaths of family members in four years, including my husband, did not prepare me for the words I was hearing from the police chief. "Christopher has been killed by a school bus." Death did not come quietly that cold February morning but crashed into my life like a destroying tornado. The tragic death of my tenyear- old grandson, whom I was raising, set me on a deep, dark journey into grief. This was a frightening journey I had never traveled before, and I didn't want to be on this path of despair. I was not alone, for a gracious, loving, sovereign God journeyed with me through this strange, unknown valley and brought me through to victory. Someday there will be a final victory over death, as we see in Scripture.

Revelation 21:4: "And He shall wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there shall no longer be any death; there shall no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain the first things have passed away."