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Words for the Journey

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The Early Days

 

We “miss” you

If that is a word

That can begin to describe your absence

 

No one will ever understand

This severing of our hearts

Except for us.

 

A heart split apart

Should kill

Yet we continue to walk and breathe.

 

We believe that we will see you in Heaven

But we are far from being in Heaven

Life for us is anything but

 

That is not to say we are without hope

But in your absence from this earth

Hope is a choice that is hard labor

 

All being said, not for one moment

Would we have missed

Having you in our lives

 

In the middle of what

We cant even describe

We would do it all over again

 

 

 

We don't understand

We don't believe

It happened for “a reason”

 

We are left with our questions

And an existence

We never expected or imagined

 

But some things remain

Your time with us was a gift

You are like no other

 

Our time with you

Our love for you

Can't be taken away

 

And because we choose

We will continue to labor in our knowing

That you are with our Father

 

And that the time will come

That it won't be about

This shattering in our hearts

 

That we will behold you again

That you still endure

In a far-from-us place

 

That we can't yet

Embrace

In our torn, broken hearts

 

That is our vision now

From where we gaze

Over life's horizon

 

But where our vision is clouded

We will continue to persevere

For a knowing in our hearts

 

That this is not the end of

The story

This one so harsh and unrelenting

 

That the telling isn't over

Yet

Our Father will continue

 

With this unfolding

Of

Our family

 

Into a forever narrative

That no longer includes

This unimaginable place where we subsist

 

And even if our hearts

Can't grasp what is to come

It is still a certainty

 

So we wait

Determined to persist

To look towards the day

 

When we will be together

Once again as a family

And all will be well

 

At the beginning

Of our family's chronicle

Lived out in our Father's House.

 

Amen.

To the One who loves us beyond comprehension.

In Christ's name.

In remembrance of both adult sons of close friends, one murdered, one sudden unexpected medical death...with all our love........