Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Home: Coming and Going

I called this blog, "Life...After Death of A Brother" because two years ago on March 5th , my oldest brother died of a chronic autoimmune illness - scleroderma.  His homegoing service took place a week later to a packed house.  It was a sad yet happy time.  A happy time because my brother was no longer suffering with all of the effects of this disease. A happy time because he blessed so many with his words and life in spite of his illness.

Twenty two years ago, I birthed my first child, a boy and brought him home.  He was a good baby - quiet, even temperament, smart and loving.

Every year on March 5th, I'm reminded of life and death - the birth of my son and the death of my brother. Birthing a child is an experience that defies words - it feels like you're taking part in a miracle.  Having someone close to you die (even if expected) also defies words.  I still remember the thud in my chest when I got the phone call that he had moved on from this world .

In my brother's short time here on earth he was a living example of what it means to be a believer, even when our circumstances aren't favorable.  His example also had an impact on my son who struggled in dealing with his uncle's death.  As my son is at the cusp of his manhood, I hope and pray that he is a Godly influence to all he interacts with.  Death reminds us of the brevity of life - no one knows when he will take his last breath.  With this in mind, I hope we live in a way that acknowledges a Holy God and that He is in charge of our lives.  It doesn't mean that we can't enjoy life, but that we live with purpose and not reckless abandonment.
I'm sure my brother echoed the sentiments in Philippians 1:23 - For I am in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ; which is far better.

I checked in with my mom to make sure that she was OK and she was.  She knows her son is finally resting. One other lingering thought - as a parent you never know the impact others will have on your children's lives. We weren't close geographically, and I don't remember any major moments when we got together.  But apparently something about the way my brother handled himself, had an impact on my children.

Every year on March 5th, these are some of the things that run through my mind.  I'm not too sad on this day - I know my brother is in heaven and I'm always hoping and praying my son (all my children) will live Godly lives and that they - Walk worthy of the vocation of which you are called.....Ephesians 4:1

Who has had an impact on your life?  If they are still alive, tell them.


  1. Good point we need to let people know when they have an impact on our life. We just never know when it might be the last time. And just maybe they needed to hear it.
    I am glad you have found comfort of the loss of your brother. I can't imagine.....

  2. Thank you for the reminder to let people know what an impact they have had in our lives. And I just wanted to say that my aunt died from the same disease. I had never heard of it until her death. What a blessing that you have the comfort of knowing that your brother is in heaven. I understand what a comfort that truly is for you and for your family.


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