As Carolynne and I have lived life hour by hour these past weeks and rummaged through our hearts for memories of Grant, I actually thought of a parallel between Allister on that first camping trip and myself. If you know me well, you know I probably meet the criteria of being a creature of habit. I like routine. Change is OK—as long as we come back to routine. At the core of routine, though, I must admit is control. In our culture, people tend to toss around phrases like “so and so has control issues” or “my friend is a control freak” when describing others. However, control is actually something we should all possess to some degree. We control our diets, our exercise, our decisions, our spending, and how fast we drive. The list goes on. That night, we took control away from Allister when he was under the cabin and he didn’t like it. Like Allister being forced from under the cabin with water, we had no control when we were hit with an emotional tsunami when we lost Grant. Allister was probably mad at his owner and his owner’s three-year old assistant, but to date, I’ve not been mad at my Owner—my God—for how our lives are right now. Maybe that will come later, maybe not. Regardless, God will be there to work it through with me if it does.