My brother Sam died one year ago today. It was a stormy, rainy Sunday morning when I was called out of church to rush to his bedside at the hospice where we sang quietly as he was ushered into Heaven.
I often wonder what he’s up to in heaven. Stephanie realized today that he has two children he has never met in heaven that were never born. Is he teaching them Risk with “Ost modifications”? Are they exploring heaven with a compass? Is he showing them his baseline left-handed jumper? We know for sure that he “has no less days to sing God’s praise than when he first began.”
Sam finished his race with joy, and we take a deep breath and start another lap of ours.