I asked God to take me to you last night.
I know you wouldn’t want that so I’m finally writing to you. A confession, I suppose.
I love you and I miss everything. I miss your hair and I miss your laugh when the boys would find your tickle spot. I miss our team, our problem solving, our only-together-will-we-get-through-this approach, and our devotion and loyalty to each other and our family.
I keep grasping for these feelings to mean something, to have utility. I guess it doesn’t always work that way.
You doing ok brother?
I know nothing about what you’re going through, but I know God is good and He has good works prepared for us to do. Somebody needs you down here, and there’s work to be done before we go home. Blessings from 19713.
Thanks, Jon. I love what’s happening for me down here. And I’m okay with the sadness that loss brings. Mary and I built something that is worth missing. It’s rare, really rare, that I don’t want to be where I am. However, being fully honest on ths blog is important to me if I’m going to try and help those who are having a harder time than me.