I wake from a restless sleep, sounds like someone came up the front steps, it’s just after 1 AM, must be Brian hope he had a good evening, I pray: Lord keep and protect him, I fall back to sleep. It’s 5:30 AM as I come down the stairs there’s a lump on the couch, must be Brian, I remind myself to be extra quite this morning. As I go into my office I can feel the tightening in my chest, I turn on my reading light as my eyes start to water, sit down and pick up my Bible and the tears flow. My Brian is dead and yet I look for him each day. It’s as if he’s just been on a long trip and today is the day he’ll be home. I ask myself why do I look for him and I guess it’s that I believe my time with him isn’t complete. There are so many things he and I were still to do. I have come to learn the true fragility of time.
Welcome to Beautiful Blue Sky. It is hoped that those sharing in this journey can support each other. It is intended for those families that lost a son or daughter. Blue Sky offers a venue to share and find persons who have experienced the crushing loss of a child. My desire is that this place may provide some comfort and encouragement.
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