I'd always related the Ascension of Jesus to the Great Commission and the joy the disciples shared as they went out to spread the good news!
But as I entered this spare chapel and knelt at the stone I felt His going from them and their own loss profoundly. This was their last time together, it was their goodbye.
Only later on reflection did I connect it with my own loss. It was too visceral in the moment. My saying goodbye to my Dad, knowing I would not see him again in this life. It happened so fast. We looked into each others eyes. He spoke his last words to me and I to him. We held on and had to let go. He smiled that big grin of his at my tears. There is a spare chapel in my heart that marks the place, hallowed too. Sometimes I stand there, gazing at the heavens. Caught off guard with grief... and gratitude.