How Did He Die?

Was he sick? Was it suicide? Was it a heart attack? Overdose? Did he die instantly? Who found him? Did he have a stroke? Did they try CPR? Who was he with? Did they do an autopsy? Have you read the report? Where was he? What is the cause of death? Is there a history of drugs or alcohol? Do anything of those things matter? Really? Do they matter? He is dead. Another family is grieving. They are making plans to bury their son. I, too, have questions. But I know the answers don't matter. It is not my place to ask those questions. The answers are not for me to know. What matters is that the parents are hurting. They loved their son. They thought he was wonderful! They loved every bit of him! They had dreams! They loved hearing him play music and laugh! Oh, how they loved his laugh! Now they are planning a funeral. I must pray for them. Love them from a distance because they don't know me. But some day, if they want to meet and talk, I am available to listen. And share what I have learned these thirty months of grief and healing and growing in grace. Until then... I will pray. My prayer today is: Thank you, Lord, for a sweet dream of my Andrew this morning. As I wake up in tears missing my son, I pray for a momma and dad as they awake to a nightmare of missing their son and planning things no parent wants to plan. Continue to comfort and guide them today and in the days and weeks to come. Make traveling easy for family coming in and help friends and loved ones express love...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news