Tomorrow my grandpa is leaving. He spent a few weeks here with us, but now it is time for him to go home. It's a bittersweet feeling. It's bitter, of course, because we are all very sad to see him go. But it's sweet because we know that we'll see him again in a few months in a beautiful place, Bermuda, with my uncle and his family. It's also sweet because I get to carry on the work that he's done here. He has planted many flowers and seeds, but when he is gone, I'll be watering them and nurturing them. That got me thinking . . .Is this how the disciples felt? Bittersweet? Bitter because they were sad to see Jesus go, but sweet because they knew that they would see Him in a better place? Also sweet because they knew that they got to nurture and care for the seeds that He planted on earth? When it comes to my grandpa, I know that I have to put my sadness aside so that I can fulfill my duties when it comes to the plants. Was that how the disciples felt? They had to set aside their sadness to let Jesus use them to water His garden? I think it is.