September 4th

On this day, a long time ago, long before I was born, a baby boy was born. He would be the big brother, protector and strong tower. Not so much because of his height, but more because of his heart for people. He was a dad and a granddad to a granddaughter he would never get to meet this side of heaven. He was my safe person. A man who will never grow old.
So Mr. Forever 38, you are dearly loved from afar and intrenched in my heart at the same time. It’s been almost 22 years since you returned home to Jesus. It still feels like yesterday some days, and a little today, although these days are less, but mostly because my thoughts are full of all the busy that protects me from sitting too long in the what ifs and not living life to the fullest.
And just like that, reflecting on loss today reminds me not to get caught up in the cycle of crazy busy and loose sight of all the things in life that are opportunities to do what only the living can do. Live.
Happy birthday, you big goon!
I love you and I will miss you until we are eating cake in heaven with JC.
See you sometime in the future. You’ll have to wait a while, God’s got plans for me.
Today I will still eat cake.