I remember when we first learned that my brother had died.
It felt like this.
I lost somebody special today. Forever, the world is marred. Forever darkened.
Oh, when he was here, he sure brightened it. The memories I carry are of fun and laughter, craziness, brotherhood.
When my brother died, I knew so little. I was in shock, couldn’t even cry for a long time. I’m not sure I understand much more today, and I keep crying.
When my brother died, I felt so far from him, so unable to help, wishing there was something I could have said, something I could’ve done. Not very realistic, it had been awhile since our last meaningful conversation. And our control over circumstances is limited, no matter what we think or say.
But, for both of them, I would want them to know they were loved, that they are still loved, will always be loved. I would want them to know that, despite their humanity, we were proud to have known them, honored to walk with them.
So daddy, your people are hurting right now. King and Lord, we don’t know why and can’t breathe because of how sad this feels.
Can we lean on you right now? Could you carry us a while?