The road has been scorched indeed, in fact it has been absolutely engulfed in flames. I have not felt able to wrap words around the pain and sorrow for many months…ever since another world rocking call came in –my little brother did not have an ulcer, he was full of cancer. His battle was raw, valiant and private. I was honored to be allowed into his inner circle of honesty; which was breathtaking and excruciating. Kenny entered glory December 24, 2015.

Reeling, I knew it would take time to absorb and find words for the bigness of his journey and the reality of his absence.

And then within weeks, another call…the panicked voice of my mom; “Vikki, your dad fell outside and can’t get up!”. 911, ER admit, surgery for his broken hip…the holy privilege of being by Dad’s side throughout. Especially when he suddenly and unexpectedly deteriorated on post op day 4 and within 12 hours peacefully entered into eternity; eight weeks later, on the same day of the week and about the same hour as his beloved son.

Lord, through it all, miraculously (and shockingly to me!!) there has been a steady calm over my heart, mind and spirit.  The sadness has been consuming but I am so aware and comforted by the fact that You, Jesus, were a Man of sorrows. You see and collect every tear. And You understand. I may not get any of this but I know Your Heart is kind and I desire to filter everything through that. Please help me/us do that.