I saw my old friend yesterday.His name is John.He was at the Waffle Shop starring at an uneaten hamburger.I sat down and we talked.The doctor had not only given him a diagnosis but a sentence..Pancreatic cancer.Two years or less.As he talked and I listened,it came to me something I had not thought about before.My friend was in grief-for himself.And double grief because he was not only grieving for himself but for the loss his wife and children would feel.And as he talked,he began to speak of the promises of God and he began to brighten.And he began to smile.And laugh!Laughter from my friend dying of pancreatic cancer.And it struck me how all grief is a temporary trip and never a destination.And even that final trip is not final at all,but a bright new beginning.And my friend was looking beyond where we were to that bright new beginning.