I’m in Denver for a few weeks with my stepmom who’s in a rehab hospital. She’s been in hospitals since June 29. I’ve been here four of those six weeks. I’ll be here for weeks at a time the next few months. I am here by myself. This is going to be a long journey, one I’m privileged to walk with her.
As I walked down the hall a man with dementia was crying. A staff member kindly and gently asked him what’s wrong. “You can’t bring my son back,” he sobbed. I don’t know his history other than he is in rehab and has dementia. I don’t know if his son died or simply left for the day.
What I do know is that no one on earth can bring my son back. He’s gone. Five years ago tomorrow. I miss him terribly today.
Five years ago last Thursday, my stepmom and I were in Canyon to see him perform. We took him to breakfast and shopping the next day. She was with me the last time I got to hug him, to hear his laugh, to see his smile. Three days later he was gone.
I take comfort knowing we have a compassionate and loving Father. He knows our days. He hears our cries. He will one day wipe away every tear.
Oh! What a glorious day it will be when we join our loved ones before the Throne! Seeing Jesus face to face in all of His glory! To worship Him together with no more earthly sorrow!