A friend of mine died of a brain aneurysm around 2:00 a.m. Saturday morning. He was buried today. I've never had a friend my age die. He was just 3 or 4 years older than my husband. His wife is left to raise two high schoolers and two elementary children alone. Three of them are boys. I talked to her this evening on the phone. She's exhausted. We talked. We laughed. We cried for about ten seconds. She's too tired to cry and I can't expect a widow to carry my grief over the death of her husband. His 24-year-old son from his first marriage is moving down to help his step-mother and his siblings.
My friend was a Christian. He was a real person. Not phony. He was who he was and he was wonderful. My husband and I loved him. And now he has gone home. His wife is trusting the Lord to provide. And He already has. His employer paid the over $10,000 for his funeral and is going to pay for his family's health insurance for 6-8 months while she sets up life without him. His burial plot was given to them by the church. I know He will carry them through.
Sing to God, sing in praise of his name,
extol him who rides on the clouds;
rejoice before him - his name is the Lord.
A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows,
is God in his holy dwelling.
~Psalm 68:4-5~
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