I imagine the earth delights in growth and blooms and mourns each flower picked. Never forgetting the love there was, where thorns were left, do stick. It is not enough to weep and mourn the season will gift the soil. In a short time, the rose will bud to remind you of life once more.
In less than two weeks I will visit my brothers grave for the first time since the day we buried him 13 months ago. In preparation for my heart, I remind myself that his torture is no more. That though I will visit a tombstone where is name is etched, death has no victory. Under a large oak tree in Jacksonville I will lie down and weep for the loss this earth left my heart. But I will also rejoice for you, Justin. Not a single thing on earth compares to your inheritance.
I’m looking forward to the time I’ll spend. I wonder if I will feel you there. I feel robbed of your presence. But in that, I’m far from alone. That is the true testament of your life here. You were a giver. A lover. You were born into a broken world and you gave and gave your light until it was no more. So thankful for a God of infinite restoration.