| My heart is sobbing and heavy with the weight of loss. A beloved uncle, one who saw to it to get me through my first degree. A father figure for a time, a friend, and teacher. An amazing artist in just about every art form that exists. A father of a young daughter, and husband to his best friend. The coolest uncle any neice could have. The one who would spend hours amusing us all with his impersonations. The youngest boy in his family, and the second brother to die in less then 3 years. He is gone, after two years of pain that none of us can imagine. My family is torn and grieving, they blame the God to whom I cling. I grieve for their loss, and for their pain, because they don't have the daddy to run to that I do. Do I have the strength to be a little light in this family of suffering? I just recently met some of my family for the first time in almost 15 years. I realized how empty I've been without them, even with a part of me filled by the spirit. I was suprized by how much I wanted to be with them when the time came to leave. I realized how much of a sacrifice it has been and is to be away from them. And now that the desire to be with them is awake and growing in me, I question if I have the strength to show them a God they believe to have forsaken them. I want desperatly to share my source of comfort with them. Second, a wonderful teacher, friend, and inspiration is leaving my immediate circle of influence. He at least is still on earth, just not here at this school to help finish off this education. I hope to meet him again, and work with him. He will be missed at ETBU. Through this all, I must cling to the knowledge that God is the source of my comfort and strength, and an ever present help in time of trouble, or in my current case, loss. He is restoration, and sunrise. Newness is found only in him, and I lay down at his feet to rest. Please pray for my family. |
