Reflections On The Ones We Lost

The injustice of watching children grow into adulthood—lives dedicated to this mission—only for them to die. It's your life savings, lost to a single phone scam. It's the existential dread of a parent building a magnificent house, brick by brick, only to realize, upon completion, that those it was for no longer exist.

I don't even remember what he preached about. All I recall was that he simply was there. That was enough. His physical presence offered quiet guidance and steady shepherding through the bewildering landscape of loss.