January 14th, 2007 - 3rd and Final
(Please read this post, and then this post first)
I wrote this story for fear of forgetting. I am to a point where the scent is disappearing from my nose. The laugh is vanishing from my ears and the face is fading in my eyes. This is scary. It is scary that you can spend 22 years with someone and then 2 years after they have gone you are already forgetting. I don't want to forget.
There is such a story to my brothers life, however, that outdoes his death hands down. I will have to share that someday!
But for now...I need to remember him. I need to stand again, where I have stood many times, in my kitchen. This is where he stood as we talked the Wednesday he visited my home before he died. I need to stand here and replay the conversation in my mind...it gets shorter every time I try to remember it. I need to sit in the dining room at the table..where I sat that day. I need to sit there and remember him kissing me like he always did. Kissing me to the point of annoyance. God gave me grace that day as I usually push him away somewhat jokingly...I didn't that day. Thank you Lord for that moment. I need to look through the photos in the slide show and remember moments I thought I had forgotten. I need to remind my children of my amazing brother and how important it is to love your siblings and be there for them as my sisters and brother were for one another. How important your family is in supporting you and helping you through this tough life.
And for those of you who read this who knew and loved him through some avenue, be it as family, a friend, an acquaintance or otherwise, please know that we think of you as well. We think of the 700 plus people who attended his service...many not saved and straying far from God's plan.
We all miss him. We all miss you Zach!
I wrote this story for fear of forgetting. I am to a point where the scent is disappearing from my nose. The laugh is vanishing from my ears and the face is fading in my eyes. This is scary. It is scary that you can spend 22 years with someone and then 2 years after they have gone you are already forgetting. I don't want to forget.
There is such a story to my brothers life, however, that outdoes his death hands down. I will have to share that someday!
But for now...I need to remember him. I need to stand again, where I have stood many times, in my kitchen. This is where he stood as we talked the Wednesday he visited my home before he died. I need to stand here and replay the conversation in my mind...it gets shorter every time I try to remember it. I need to sit in the dining room at the table..where I sat that day. I need to sit there and remember him kissing me like he always did. Kissing me to the point of annoyance. God gave me grace that day as I usually push him away somewhat jokingly...I didn't that day. Thank you Lord for that moment. I need to look through the photos in the slide show and remember moments I thought I had forgotten. I need to remind my children of my amazing brother and how important it is to love your siblings and be there for them as my sisters and brother were for one another. How important your family is in supporting you and helping you through this tough life.
And for those of you who read this who knew and loved him through some avenue, be it as family, a friend, an acquaintance or otherwise, please know that we think of you as well. We think of the 700 plus people who attended his service...many not saved and straying far from God's plan.
We all miss him. We all miss you Zach!
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(((Hugs)))
Thank you for the reminder to never take our families for granted!