Interesting that I couldn’t sleep last night either, until I posted about my strong nephew. Afterward, I looked through all of my pictures and fell asleep remembering. Then, this morning I saw your post and was overwhelmed by how deeply you must feel it.
I think you were the one that told me that I had to risk the pain to feel that love. Easier to say than experience, you know? It’s true, though, and I know I wouldn’t trade it, because I love still feeling Will when I see a picture of him on my shoulder. I am overwhelmingly grateful for the time that I got to know your son, Mike.
Mike & Stac…that was really very beautiful. Part of a poem by Anna McKenzie:
We, without a future, Safe, defined, delivered Now salute you God. Knowing that nothing is safe, Secure, inviolable here. Except you, And even that eludes our minds at times. And we hate you As we love you, And our anger is as strong As our pain, Our grief is deep as oceans, And our need as great as mountains.
So, as we take our first few steps forward Into the abyss of the future, We would pray for Courage to go places for the first time And just be there. Courage to become what we have Not been before And accept it, And bravely to look deep Within our souls to find New ways.
We did not want it easy God, But we did not contemplate That it would be quite this hard, This long, this lonely.
So, if we are to be turned inside out, And upside down, With even our pockets shaken, Just to check what’s rattling And left behind, We pray that you will keep faith with us,
And we with you, Holding our hands as we weep, Giving us strength to continue, And showing us beacons Along the way To becoming new.
We are not fighting you God, Even if it feels like it, But we need your help and company, As we struggle on. Fighting back And starting over.
I feel sad for you as
I feel sad for myself
the father that lost his son and
the son who lost his father.
uncle Chuck
I miss him so much, Mike.
Interesting that I couldn’t sleep last night either, until I posted about my strong nephew. Afterward, I looked through all of my pictures and fell asleep remembering.
Then, this morning I saw your post and was overwhelmed by how deeply you must feel it.
I think you were the one that told me that I had to risk the pain to feel that love. Easier to say than experience, you know? It’s true, though, and I know I wouldn’t trade it, because I love still feeling Will when I see a picture of him on my shoulder.
I am overwhelmingly grateful for the time that I got to know your son, Mike.
What a beautiful tribute to such a beautiful son.
Mike & Stac…that was really very beautiful. Part of a poem by Anna McKenzie:
We, without a future,
Safe, defined, delivered
Now salute you God.
Knowing that nothing is safe,
Secure, inviolable here.
Except you,
And even that eludes our minds at times.
And we hate you
As we love you,
And our anger is as strong
As our pain,
Our grief is deep as oceans,
And our need as great as mountains.
So, as we take our first few steps forward
Into the abyss of the future,
We would pray for
Courage to go places for the first time
And just be there.
Courage to become what we have
Not been before
And accept it,
And bravely to look deep
Within our souls to find
New ways.
We did not want it easy God,
But we did not contemplate
That it would be quite this hard,
This long, this lonely.
So, if we are to be turned inside out,
And upside down,
With even our pockets shaken,
Just to check what’s rattling
And left behind,
We pray that you will keep faith with us,
And we with you,
Holding our hands as we weep,
Giving us strength to continue,
And showing us beacons
Along the way
To becoming new.
We are not fighting you God,
Even if it feels like it,
But we need your help and company,
As we struggle on.
Fighting back
And starting over.
beautiful and heartbreaking. thinking of you tonight.