Sunday Will Come

Sometimes it is hard to know what to say when someone dies. How do you convey your grief in mere words? How do you convey your sympathy in a few phrases? That is where Christ comes in. He know exactly how we are feeling and can convey his love through more than just words. How grateful I am for His Sacrifice and Love. Its been six years since I saw my brother. Six years since we talked, laughed, cried. Six years since I held his hand and kissed his bald head. Six years since he told me over and over how much he loved me. Six years since we said goodbye. After he died I dreamed that we were all in a golden wheat field, my parents and the rest of my siblings. Dressed in white and we were running towards Stephen, he was running toward us and when we met it was a joyous reunion. Though we will probably not be in a golden wheat field, I know that we will see him again. It is that knowledge which got me through the grief of his passing and that knowledge which gives me the hope to live and be happy. So to Stephen, I miss you, I love you and you better believe I will see you again!