Friday, May 13, 2011
That Time Again
We are approaching the third anniversary of Joey's death. Dread fills my soul and we have all gone back into deep mourning. It is entirely involuntary and defies logic and theology. It simply hurts that he's not here, as if the nerve endings that were numb have all been re-awakened by the thrust of a sharp knife. And though I am convinced Heaven must be the best of all places, I still wish he were here with us. Nothing will ever change that sentiment. The void he left still gapes, empty, lonely and sorrowful. I have hope for the life to come, but this life, I don't think of it in those terms anymore. My dreams for the "good life" died with Joey. Now I leave it to God. My hope is in God. I don't believe we will be disappointed in the end. For now, it's enough to get through our days. To love and be loved...to endure the vicissitudes of life... to keep my faith through the fire...to keep my eyes on Heaven. Achievement enough.
To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under heaven,
A time to be born and a time to die,
a time to laugh and a time to weep.
A time to dance, a time to mourn.