I have chosen this to be the last entry about our brother's death (for at least quite a while). It has been almost four months ago since he passed away unexpectedly, and we know that for the readers that could seem like a long time, but to our family it seems like just yesterday. When someone dies so abrubtly like that a good-bye doesn't just come naturally the moment that they leave this earth. Honestly we are just now getting to the place that we can accept everything that has happened. But this has been very theraputic to journal through this experience and we are constantly grateful for your prayers. I am excited to move on and write about other things that have been interesting me lately. Anyways thank you for following along:
This day we stand on a rocky shore seeing off a beloved to the unknown. His ship looks completely majestic from a distance as the winds catch the sail drifting it into the blue. Its measure of grandness sizing up to merely minuscule next to the backdrop of nature it stares upon. In a melancholy moment we tip our hats to everything we once knew. Farewell dear brother and ole friend. At last the tides have broken away your bind with Father Time conforming you to eternity. And as the ship finally fades away we are left in that moment learning to truly accept a farewell...
Patrick your fingerprints have touched this place smearing serene recollections across the way, and your voice echos through the atmosphere carrying a tenderness to all moments. We hold on to you like a symbolic passing of a torch as we march forward lighting the dark corners of this life. The glow of the flame bending into our retinas allowing us to still see the colors of the world even in a midnight hour. Your brilliant light is allowed to burst through, the way God always intended, like the morning glory of a sunrise through our dusty blinds. Awake! Awake O' sleepers something striking has walked amongst us!
And certainly when the world's eyes are cast away his Death taps on our front door, though hesitantly, we unbolt it and sit outside on the steps together. In a delicate moment we gaze out on this Desert of Grief and get to know one another. The Death speaks in a bluntness that is quite foreign, but his words are like wealthy kings imparting tokens of gold to a soul. His only language is True Enrichment which is difficult for a doubting ear to comprehend. And every time before he departs he leans closely and speaks the same line "This is bigger than you". Then he gathers up himself and begins the journey through the Dark Valley towards the Land of Light. And as his figure fades into the far-off we stand on those steps accepting another farewell, and looking forward to the next hello...
PK we know that your smiling down proud of us, and we miss you every single day brother! Love always, your family
