Trying to grasp that this world no longer holds my vibrant and beautiful cousin MJ, my repeated thought is that I do not understand. And that I will be glad to someday see answers beyond this darkly glass. I know the promises - that we wait not in despair, but in hope, and that there is a peace that bypasses our understanding (or lack thereof, in my case). Yet may our grip be strengthened as we desperately cling to these truths, ‘midst the waiting.