It was a short journey. A difficult journey. A well-fought journey. Many will miss him.
It’s hard to understand death, especially in young people. When my grandmother passed away in 2008, it was difficult, yes, but she had fought for a great length of time with Alzheimer’s. It would have hurt much more if it had been sudden.
My uncle still had years to live. He has young grandchildren. He was active in his church, a pillar of the community, an asset to his workplace. It’s hard to wrap your mind around something like this.
It would be nice if this were nice and easy. If everyone just waited to die until they were old (although old is a relative term).
Maybe this would be easier if we weren’t close. But I consider myself close to just about all of my dad’s family.
And what really gets me is that my grandfather, who just four years ago buried his wife of 50+ years, now has to bury his oldest son.
One thing I believe to be the biggest injustice in all the earth: no parent should ever have to bury their child.
But oh, children, when they feel sympathy…there is nothing like having a child nearby during a difficult moment. Their ability to feel empathy is amazing. Their hearts so big. They see tears and try to soothe them. They bring the tissues. They cry with you. They hug. It’s hard not to smile through the pain.
Thank you, God, for kids, because they truly do ease the pain when hard times come.