My grandfather, age 82, is going to have undergo major surgery on a delicate part of his neck. After his fall recently, he’s not in good shape. My mother is fairly convinced that this is going to be the last Christmas I’m going to get with him. Needless to say, I feel like with everything else, I’m about to come apart. I’ve never been prepared for this kind of loss even though I’ve always known that it’s there somewhere, lurking. Maybe it’ll go well and I’ll get a few more years with him, God willing. But frankly, I dare not hope at this point. God help me, what a time to lose my faith.