I’m very sorry for your lost

Acts 24:15And I have hope toward God, which hope these men also look forward to, that there is going to be a resurrection of both the righteous and the unrighteous.

It Isn't Easy

Death isn't easy when it's one of your own. It's that step life takes in which you are not alone. Death separates the one we love and it takes them back to the one from up above. We're seldom prepared and times unaware but when it happens our fate meeting destiny can give us a gloomy despair.

Death is a master thief, a thief without preference. It can happen anytime whether we are ready or not, death calls no one friend. The pain of what no longer remains is still the same, a void, never filled just tearstain.

I have often thought it's the surprise of the demise or the despair I couldn't repair but it's nothing as personal as that, but simply fate with a due date. No sooner we are born we are doom to die. We can embrace it, deny it and maybe race to meet it but you cannot defeat it. The pain of not understanding is still the same; it still can drive you a bit insane.

Well, if I had it my way, I would wish it away and save you the heartache of not knowing that dark day. In time, we come to know but it takes a while to overcome that blow.

Now I hang my head with a heart that is heavy and ask God to stand by you and make you ready. Life isn't easy or fair but love and hope always cares.

May God bless his mother, co-workers, and friends during  this difficult time

Edgar was a steady presence, a guiding hand, the connective tissue that held us together.

The quiet he left behind unsettles. His absence hums through the spaces he once cared for.

We grieve with Edgar's family. He mattered to all of us.