Father God forgive me as I write this because you expect me to know better. But, sometimes I don’t. This instance is one of those times that it’s still hard to swallow.
Sorry that I sound like a child when I should be talking like your mature daughter. But there are times the kid in us rears its head and one who is known for wisdom talks or acts foolishly.
Forgive me Father God.
It’s been five years since you allowed my brother, MO, to depart this world.
It still hurts like it happened yesterday for he was taken in his prime.
My brother, you’ll forever be missed. I “slept all these years” hoping that it would be a dream for the grief was too deep.
But alas I had to wake up and accept that you’re really no longer present with us.
To be absent in the body, is to be present with the Lord2 Corinthians 5:8
I take solace in the fact that God knows best and that you’re at peace; no more striving.
I miss you dearly, my brother. You were one of a kind; the family reconciler; Dad’s right-hand man; kind-hearted; always going the extra mile for anyone in need; you were a friend indeed and a loving father.
Let the wicked repent
I remember your statement when Grandma died. You said, “the wicked has done their worst, Mama lived 101 years on earth.”
I pondered on it and finally understood what you meant.
Well, may the wicked never die again. Sarcastic. Should they not repent and turn from their wicked ways, may they be like chaff before the wind and may the angels of the Lord drive them out. (Isaiah 17:13)
We all miss you.
Continue to rest in peace.