The Void Remains

It’s been more than a few months since my brother passed away.  The chair on the patio on which he often sat for hours, looking out over the golf course, was empty.  His ringing laughter around the dinner table was long gone. His larger than life personality that filled a room, was clearly missing in every interaction.  The void was real. The emptiness concrete.  It was not just the same.  It never will be.  

The finality of death is like a sucker punch in the gut. Somehow, the good die young, and way before their time.  If there truly is justice in God’s world, we would be able to rewrite that script. And it would make for a much happier ending.