Friday we attended Grandpa Heber's funeral. He was an amazing person; I'm grateful I was able to know him. While everyone went to the cemetery Tank, Adelynn, and I stayed at the church because of the cold weather. Tank and I had an wonderful conversation about death, prayer, Heavenly Father, angels, etc. It was a beautiful, spiritual discussion. In the middle of talking Tank said, "I want to say a prayer." Usually, he prays short routine prayers. But this time he poured out his little heart. He was really talking to Heavenly Father, thanking him for everything. Then he said,"And my grandpa died!" He burst into tears and cried a if his little heart had burst. I just held him.It was such a sweet, tender time. I'm so grateful for these dear bonding moments, moments when souls connect to each other and with God. I love my sweet Tank.
