My sister, Rosemary, passed away this week. Although not unexpected, as she was quickly declining in health, I am missing her. I tried to visit her often at the end and now I find the thought crossing my mind as I go through my day, that I must go to see her again. But, quickly remembering her death, I am struck afresh we have lost her. She had a difficult life, having many disabilities – even though she did a remarkable job in her life of overcoming them and served others for many years as nurse. But, even as I grieve her passing, I do not grieve as one who does not have hope. Years ago she placed her trust in Jesus Christ as her only hope of reaching heaven when she died. It was a simple decision of admitting she did wrong things, believing Jesus Christ died on a cross and rose again to pay the debt for those things and then placing her trust in Him to take her place to pay the penalty for those things. When anyone does that simple act of faith, they are assured of eternity in heaven. As I was talking about her death with my 10-year-old grandson, we celebrated with joy the fact she is now free of her many disabilities and one day I will get to see my sister as whole and healed. It is a wonderful expectation and it is why I grieve, but not without hope.