One of those scary places to go. Death, sadness, irrevocable loss, days, weeks, months gone forever.
In 1978 my brother committed suicide. His body was found almost six months later where it had washed up on a river bank. As we waited through the months when we knew nothing and then endured the questions and analysis of dental records and other comparative data, we were torn between wanting to know and not wanting to know.
It has been thirty-five years and it still hurts so much. I can’t write now without crying.
I miss him.
I would’ve loved to see him meet my wife, my kids. They would’ve laughed at his idiosyncracies, some very similar to mine, some that put mine to shame. They would’ve been amazed by his talent and insight. And, if they were lucky enough to hold his hand, they would’ve have known the strength and gentleness that, to this day, is my picture of the hands of Jesus.
For those of you who have suffered great loss (some are so much worse than mine, so much deeper) you know that the hurt never heals, never goes away. We compartmentalize, we bury, we cope with what has happened but we don’t “get over it.”
And that’s OK.
My Jesus will not remove all pain until I stand before Him in heaven. When He claimed that He had “overcome the world”, it didn’t mean that the world was gone. It meant that He was greater, stronger, deeper than what would happen to us here. His triumph is not over the cross, it is through the cross.
And in that, I find His peace.
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Wow! This is so powerful! I still hurt for Stephen, too. Still think of how he would have loved Oregon–still miss the time to just be with him and talk with him. Thank you for this, Matthew. I love you.
WE ALL MISS HIM! I STILL HAVE A FEW TAPES OF HIM PLAYING PIANO AND ALSO SOME OF VIOLIN! I HAVE SOME OF HIS PAINTINGS TO GRACE MY ABODE. GOD IS SO FAITHFUL!