Today Molly and I visited your parents, grandparents, and brother. The drive to their home is so peaceful and beautiful, but nothing compared to when we walked into the house. Greetings and hugs all around, lots of love. Sarah, your parent's home is as it always was, full of joy, peace, and laughter. God is present.
As always, we hoped your dad would bless us with some hymns on the piano. As he played, my mind drifted back to the day of your wedding. I remember you standing at the piano in your living room with your mom and dad. I don't recall which song he played, perhaps you can remember. And I remember you and your mom dancing and singing in the kitchen to "We're Going to the Chapel." I remember seeing tears of happiness in your mother's eyes as she laughed and hugged you.