My heart just hurts. Yesterday morning I got the worst kind of phone call you can get. My stepbrother, 25 years old, had died. He was senselessly killed by a hit and run driver. We can only cling to the knowledge that he died instantly...there was no pain, no knowledge of impending death. That doesn't make it easier, but does give a little comfort.
My stepfather has his unconsolable moments. Moments where the tragedy of it all comes flooding back, moments where you can't help but wonder, "What if?" We are a family wracked with grief. This young man had a heart of gold...made some mistakes, but was on the road to cleaving with our Lord. I'm told that in the two weeks prior to his death, he was hardly ever seen not reading his bible. He was a saved soul, and for that I will be eternally grateful.
My husband is down in NC dealing with the aftermath of his sister's death, and our little family had just started to feel like things had calmed down a bit from that and our dog's death. But God shook it up again. Don't get me wrong, I don't blame Him. I just can't fathom having the strength to deal with all this. I was exhausted before...I don't even know what to call what I'm feeling now.
I believe death is not the end, so I can rest my hope peacefully in the knowledge that I will one day again see my beloveds...but I'm still a heart-broken wreck.
Please hold your loved ones tight, and tell everyone just how much you love them-because you never know when you won't have that opportunity again.