Glory to God
25 years ago today, March 7th 2001, my uncle passed at only 41. I think about him a lot and how much he has missed over the years. His death set off a chain reaction to where I lost my grandpa 6 months later, he couldn’t handle my uncle’s death and drank himself to death at only 66. He drank himself into a stupor when my grandma passed Christmas Eve 1987 when she was only 51. That’s a story for another time of why God doesn’t call us to drink alcohol. My best friend passed a few months after that at only 21. I’ve experienced a lot of deaths over the years, more than most people. May 5th when I was 4 years old started what would be a childhood full of it, my great grandfather (papa) and great great grandmother (ma) died that day. It was like she knew before anyone could notify her that he was found gone and she went to him instead. What a reunion that must have been. He gets to meet Jesus and turns around and his mom is standing there. But even with all the...