To My Readers,
I am saddened by the passing of my 42-yr-old son, Ron Jr. An unresolved bout of Asthma led to complications that hastened his death. Numbness and disbelief help the initial grief.
When a person's health turns for the worse, there is little time to say what needs said, to do what needs done. We scan memories for slivers of time well-spent. When found, we mine them to ease the pain of loss. Childhood faith is often renewed, worn out prayers revived. We remember a God of long ago.
If we are lucky, we are not caught unaware by a person's sudden passing. We have done the work of living well and loving through all conditions. We believe that our loved one only sleeps. A better life awaits on the other side. A healthy approach to death is a sign of balance in the life. To everything there is a season...
Sleep well my son.