When I was in college, a short, white-haired man came to speak at my college. I was enthralled. 
I read his books. I dreamed of talking with him again.
Today, I learned he died. I will not speak to him here again on earth.
I’m sad.
His reminder that life is full of grace. That we need to extend grace to ourselves and each other. This is what I want life to be at God’s Whisper.
I hope he looks down, with Mom by his side. I hope they both smile.