To Everything There is a Season...

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.

Love,
Mama