It's late Saturday night, the night before my Grandpa's memorial service, and I can't sleep. I don't feel well. And I'm thinking about everything. Well, not everything. The rain, what I'm going to wear, my family, things I need to do (the next day, before Christmas, sometime this year...), and why I'm not sleeping.
Even though I wasn't really feeling sad at the moment, I went to the Desiring God website and looked up "grief". I found this post about a couple who lost their baby boy and how they found joy in their lives again. It did my heart good.