BLESSED

Blessed

My closest lifetime friend, my confidant, my brother is gone.  In the blink of an eye, he went on an adventure without me. 

Our youth was spent in adventure.  Running up and down the Fountain River, braving floodwaters, exploring our world, and in general getting into everything a parent prays their children will never get into.  When we became teens, we started a new set of adventures.  We were still adventurous, but now we had driver’s licenses.  We promised we would never tell anyone else.  As far as the really bad stuff, I am never telling.  But I lied when I said I would never tell everything.  I have some things to say today that I believe John would allow me to say.

First, he was the best brother a girl could have.  I loved him dearly.  If he could, he would now interrupt with “EWWW.”   I now have the upper hand because he can’t say anything.  I love you, John.  With all my heart, I always have. 

Second, he was my friend, loyal to the end.  I know he was that to many others. I think he would agree to that, since he stuck by me through all my foolishness and never offered anything but words of encouragement, with the exception of “Naw, Really?  You are going to get Mot Sot. ” (His term for “THE PUNISHMENT)

But lastly, how do you put into words, how deep a friendship is with a brother your own age, who thought like you did, who would do whatever you suggested (with the exception of eating frog legs?). Who else would I have hidden in the hay barn with, or run up and down the Fountain River, building forts, chasing imaginary bad guys, and trying to see if we could fly with sheets off the roof of the barn?  Who else would stand up to our Dad when he was being abusive, and end the fight?  Here is the place where I began to understand his role in my life.

I woke the other morning, with that still small voice of God in my ear.  “Blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted.  .. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the sons of God..”  I went to my Bible to read the words of Jesus, and in it, I found this. I am mourning the loss of my dearest friend, lifetime companion, and brother, and the only one who can comfort me is the Lord.  I am blessed. 

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the sons of God.   How many times did this boy, this youth, this man, stand up for me to defend me, or to calm me?  He was a peacemaker in the home of our youth, and his quiet demeanor calmed me during times of trials.    

John was to us the friend, the confidant, the husband, the companion. But he was so much more.  He was the peacemaker.  He was blessed. 

 Yes, he has left us for a brief time, embarking on another adventure.  My hope is that someday I will see him again, and together we can run the hills of heaven.  

 

Listen to the song, it was his favorite when we were growing up.. He loved Satchmo!