The emoji I would love to use right here would be the broken heart. I think I’ve lost enough friends and loved ones to death, I should be used to hearing it by now, but I’m not.
He was a gentle giant, at least he seemed that way to me. Stories I’ve heard bely his gentleness, but I only knew him the way I saw him, walking up the sidewalk, toolbox in hand and a smile on his face as he wiped the sweat from his brow with his ever-present towel, curly, white-blond hair sticking to his neck. I never presented him with a problem that stumped him, he always had a solution.
Last year he made a solo trip to India where he had both knees replaced, I advised him to have them shorten his legs a little as being 6’5” tall was quite large, he laughed as if that were genuinely funny and told me that I was one of the few people that he actually enjoyed talking with.
Chunks of my heart are being chipped away… my dad, my mother, someone I loved deeply, and in the past year two uncles that were more like brothers to me. More friends and loved ones have gone in this past year and I am beginning to see what my dad meant when he said to me, “There are more of my loved ones over there than are left here…”
1 Thessalonians 4:13 Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope.
I have the hope that Jesus is coming soon… but if I die before He comes again
I know I will see them; I know they will greet me just like my daddy told me as he was dying and saw them coming for him, I’m sure of it!
Rest in peace dear funny, helpful, caring Dewayne…