...like any other; but not for our little clan.
Today marks 5 years since Ryan passed.
We didn't learn about it until the next day - a phone call from my oldest son - and pieced together only later from the scene in his apartment that he'd died, alone, the night before.
A receipt indicated his last meal was drive through fare from a nearby McDonalds.
There have been a lot of tears since then, and there will no doubt be some more in the years ahead if I tarry here.
But the truth is Ryan is with his Lord and Savior now, enjoying the glories of heaven.
He's free, having laid aside "every weight and the sin which so easily besets us" and is running with patience the race set before him.
I'm happy for him, but I miss him.
4 And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
- Revelation 21:4

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