There’s a time in life when things change the name of the game. A game that came with no set of rules, except to get to the far reaches of the universe to a place where most people nowadays don’t really think much in terms of getting there. Not by rocket nor by Battlestar Galactica or the Starship Enterprise nor the International Space Station.
Getting there takes a whole new demise, a demise that calls for the ultimate powers of a heavenly being or body, i.e., getting to the magic kingdom, no, not the one that is an amusement park in California, the one we call heaven – yes, that one, the one that our heavenly father built upon his promise to those who’ve been given life on Earth.
The game ultimately changed the name of the game for the second time in a year, since my Mother passed away last year. Last week, life changed, once again for my entire family. The dreams and visions once again shattered to threads of glass and rivers of tears took the battle of one of my beloved Cousins to an unexpected twist in our daily lives, he passed away peacefully in his sleep, he was 48.
His dreams of watching his two young daughters grow up to be genuine young women later in life shattered their dreams of watching their father become a grandfather to their own children as they become mature adults as they get older later in life.
The devastating loss of their father becomes a reality of trying to understand the true meaning of life, as they continue to grow up without a father they can once count on, as he and his brothers did after my late Uncle passed away at an age where my cousins tried to understand exact meaning of life decades before them.
“Life is a tough game to play, you win or lose,” as we often listen to our hearts in times of grief and family loss.
As we grow older in our daily lives, we can hold the strong bonds to those lives we’ve touched and to those that have passed on and to take care of each other and share those strengths to keep us going as we continue to walk our daily path of life until it’s time to be called home.
You are not forgotten, Andrew, you’ll always be close in our hearts and memories as we grow older and cherish the memories we’ve shared together, when our time comes, we’ll be together again as we promised in our hearts!
This blog article is dedicated to my beloved cousin Andrew of 47 years, who peacefully passed away in his sleep last week, he leaves behind a loving family and two beautiful daughters he loved so very much and were the most cherished and honored gifts of his life.