this saturday is a day that i am not looking forward too...at all.
On May 10, 1999, my oldest brother, Jonathan passed away. His passing caused a lot of grief in our family and life hasn't been the same since... He was undoubtedly the strongest human being that I had the pleasure of knowing and living with for almost 8 years. I miss him always, but I know that he is in a better place without suffering... The worst part about this is that I know that he is in a better place, but I often wish that he were still here.... Although the loss of my brother makes me very sad, I am by far one of the most lucky individuals alive for having known him. He may no longer be here...but the memories i have of him will last forever....
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january 1, 1987 is that day of great loss for me. That is the day that at the age of 8 my brother lost his seven month battle with cancer. It has been 21 years and i wish that i could tell you my friend that you will stop to miss him but i cannot. I can say that if you believe that he is heaven, if you believe that he is with our Lord Christ, your should have hope! I believe that my brother is there, not because it makes me feel warm and fuzzy but because of what i believe about Jesus and His Holy Word. Because of that I have hope. In some warped way it makes my life better. I want to live a life of no regrets. a life where i dont wish that i would have told that person that i appreciate them or that i should have told them that they are special to me. His death caused me to run after loving my neighbor as myself. I often find myself staring at his picture and wondering what he know looks like, has he aged? will i still know him as Cody the 8 year old or will be an older grown up version? All of these thought take me to thoughts about Christ and His Kingdom and the beauty of being with my brother, hands raised and knees bowed worshiping the Creator.I was asked recently what i thought that beauty of Heaven would be. my response was simply no more death. Sweet friend, though the memory of his death is hard, remember the great times, remember his laugh, but most of all, imagine the day and the memories that are yet to come!
josh,
you're wonderful.
I do have hope of seeing my brother again...but it still doesn't change the fact that it still hurts... :/
but i truely believe that the most beautiful thing of Heaven will be no more death and suffering....
As you know, just days before (in 1999) I experienced my "day of great loss" as well.
Hope in the future certainly does not erase pain of the present.
I still miss my dad and I still wish I could call him and ask him for his advice and ...
...but I can't.
It's hard to grasp the hope of a future we can't see when we are in the throes of a pain we can't shake.
It's ok to hurt. It's Ok to miss, it's ok to cry.
I don't anticipate that I will ever "not" miss my dad, but I certainly want not to be bitter about losing him.
Like Josh, I want to live a life without anymore regrets, and make every moment count, because like the three of us know all too well, you never know when it's over.
Remember the good things.
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