This very night, just three years ago, was so horribly painful. Andy Brown had just left the house. As our sweet friend had visited, we each sat numb and motionless on the sofa and chair. He did his best to comfort us, but our bodies were in complete shock. Hannah was in Heaven and our home was empty. Our minds were dizzy, trying to understand and comprehend this deep meaning of life and death. Our hearts ached in a manner we couldn’t understand nor console. David had so many mixed emotions and fears that he slept between dad and I. We were struggling as adults and couldn’t imagine how hard our teen was taking this news. The loss of dad two months ago seems to strengthen the pain tonight.
While time has a way of making things different, I can attest it’s not any easier tonight. There is pain and continued confusion. Dear Lord, may sleep come fast and last until morning. Good night.