My Uncle Jerry died yesterday after a battle with cancer. He and my gorgeous aunt always reminded me of the Kennedy's. Striking couple. We never lived near them, so I didn't know them as well as I would have liked, but we managed to see them for scattered family events, and I always followed the lives and careers of their kids, largely through social media. I am sad for my cousins and my aunt. I know he was a great dad and husband. The void for all those left behind is always enormous.
I imagine they are all awakening today with the sudden weight of loss heavy on them. I pray that the beautiful memories of the life they shared together with Uncle Jerry will filter past the pain, and help them to cope with the grief. They have been posting pictures on Facebook, and I have been transported back with them to the days when we were all just kids, all the promise of
forever before us. It's always a shock when forever is interrupted by death.
But it is just an interruption. Eternity awaits. I know Uncle Jerry believed in God, and his whole family does as well. I pray God's comfort washes over them.
“Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in
me. In my Father's house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have
told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a
place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that
where I am you may be also.
And the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live,
I remember how funny Uncle Jerry was, handsome and charming. Most of all I remember that heavy NY accent. He raised a beautiful family, and he will be missed by all of us.
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