My dad is the oldest of four children. He is 85 years old. The four children were all two years apart. Brother #2 past away four years ago. Brother #3 is getting ready to pass into the arms of Jesus as I type this.
Survivor’ s guilt has taken on a new meaning in our family. When I passed on the information about my uncle being ready to go to my dad, his first remark was, “I don’t know why I’m the oldest and they are all going before me.”
I had nothing to say. We were both emotional. And no one but God Himself has the answer for that.
Another occasion when you trust in the sovereignty of God. He has a plan we don’t always understand. My Uncle Bernard loved Jesus. He served Him with all his heart until a few years ago when Parkinson’s disease started to wrack his body physically and now mentally as well. Soon he will be dancing on streets of gold, free of disease, free of dementia, free of the burdens of this life! How can you NOT rejoice in that?
The reminder? Life is short. Eternity is forever.
For now I will remember my uncle as he was. He was a man who loved the Lord, his kids, his grandkids, and his nieces and nephews. He made our life fun. He was a funny guy.
…and he always called me by my sister’s name. Always……This makes me smile.
The day after I wrote this Uncle Bernie’s faith became sight.
It is well with my soul