Like a harmonious beehive suddenly shaken by the unknown — that is how our family’s lives have felt this past week.

But yesterday, after my father-in-law’s discharge from the hospital, we gathered — at least those of us who could, in the flesh — and we did what our family does best. We laughed. We celebrated his return among us. Tired and scared as we were, we made silly jokes, held our tears back, and showed up as the bravest versions of ourselves. And through those layers of silliness and laughter, we bonded all over again. The world, once more, was as it should be.

We missed those who could not be near us — but in spirit they were there, and we knew it. We felt it.

Tonight we will dream better, sleep deeper, and rest our weary souls. For one of us was temporarily in the grip of death — and has rejoined our ranks. God in His mercy has granted us more time with him, and for that we are deeply grateful.

Watching some of the boys of our family — while missing the rest — my mother-in-law smiled and laughed along, happy to listen.

The balance of life has been restored.

God, we thank You.