Part of Me


The passing of Don has been one of the single most painful events in my life.  I’ve cried more in the last 8 days than I have over a year at a time.  It feels as if I had a part of my body torn away, and this in part is the reality.

Don and I had a history of over 17 years together.  We moved from acquaintances, to friends, to brothers and then to something much closer than blood: members of one Body.  Don was a beloved member of the Body of Christ.  I am not speaking of one who just sat next to me in a pew; I am talking about a body member united in Christ.  He was as close as he could possibly be, for we were knit together in Jesus.  He was part of me and I was part of him.

The reality of this is amazing and completely hopeful.  We were altogether one, and his passing feels as if I suffered a great loss.  The actuality though is that we are still unified in Christ today as much as yesterday.  Neither he nor I have left, we simply don’t have the pleasure of hugs and speaking and sharing meals.  But as a Body, we are not separated at all.  He is still in Christ and so am I.  This brings me tremendous comfort and joy.

I will always love Don and with gratitude I say, “Thank you, Father, for letting us share our journeys together.” We walked together and grew together.  I saw him meet the Father and emerge as a child.  He left this world as one who laid down, not as one who amassed.  The freer he got and more child-like he became, the more natural was his passing from here into the arms of his loving Father.

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