Sal, a letter, and the difference between Grace and Mercy
My best friend’s granddad is a fella named Sal. He and his family have always been kind to me. I remember we once discussed Dean Martin. Good ole Dino. Good ole Sal.
Sal just passed yesterday so I’ve got to dust off my black suit and say goodbye. I’m sad, not so much for him, because he lived a good and long life, but for those he left behind.
After all, A man’s dying is more the survivors’ affair than his own.
I wanted to write more but I think I said it best already in the two posts below.
Safe
I thought of my own grandma when I heard the news. We were close because she lived in Taiwan and I’m an insomniac. When I was up at 3AM, I had someone to speak to. After she passed, when 3AM rolled around, found myself just sitting in the dark by my lonely. So I wrote her this letter.
Grace and Mercy
And in that entry, talked about the difference between grace and mercy. One is when you get the good things you don’t deserve; the other is when you don’t get the bad things you do deserve. You can read which one is which here.
Back on Monday.
Location: in front of my closet
Mood: sad
Music: don’t remind me to forget
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