Time is not a healer

My brother in law died in a commercial fishing accident several years ago. He was helping a close friend try to catch some fish that he could sell. Mr. Brooks had two dollars in his wallet when the cooler washed up on shore. The boat was overturned. The wallet was safe inside, Al and Mr. Brooks were nowhere to be found. The police, cadaver dogs, and Game and Fisheries looked for three days before Al was found on the bottom. We had Al's service the next week. Mr. Brooks was not found until a week after Al's memorial service. Our  family and close friends attended his service.

Several days past before the authorities were able to piece together a timeline and try to make sense of what had happened. Al and Mr. Brooks had fished that river for years, in good weather or bad as they tried to earn a living together. Customers brought money to Mr. Brook's widow to help pay expenses. Time passed and the hurt and grief were still there.

Birthdays, July 4th, Thanksgiving and Christmas are not the same. Time passes but the void can never be filled

Fishing trips will never be that same. I lost a friend, my wife lost her brother AL.

Grief never diminishes. People who say it will be alright do not know what they are saying. In the end we have memories and the family to uphold us. And our faith in God.

That is the most important thing of all.