Seven Days Ago…

Seven days ago
my oldest nephew was murdered…
while helping someone in need…
in a case of mistaken identity.

I have not
found the words to name this pain.
I do not have the capacity to hold it,
so I hold my breath
and scour his Facebook page
for pretty words
and praise for who he was

and think about small moments of joy
and celebration,

like the time I spent two weeks ago
with Colleen’s flowers.

Rest in Peace, Dear Byron.
Thank you for the gifts of your smile,
your open heart,
your joyful presence.

Until we meet again,
I will hold you in my heart.

Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.  (I Corinthians 15:51-54 KJV)

51 thoughts on “Seven Days Ago…

  1. Christine says:

    I am so sorry. My heart hurts. I love the flowers you picked for this post. Beautiful, just like you.
    Forgivness is a lot to ask in this, so be vunerable and feel the pain and ask for help. I am here for you and yours.

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  2. Janet from FL says:

    My God! My God! Where is your mercy? I call out to you in our suffering, and beg you for mercy. Do not leave us at the mercy of evil. Protect us. Provide relief and justice to this broken world. I pray for us all, in the name of Lord Jesus, Amen. Praying for you and your family.

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  3. Rae Te says:

    The pain you and your family are experiencing.. unfathomable. I pray to our Father in Heaven, that He may hold you, console you and give you all His peace, especially during the still and quiet hours of the night. He hears you. He sees you. ❤️

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  4. DutchIl says:

    Thank you for sharing!…

    Do not stand at my grave and weep
    I am not there, I do not sleep
    I am a thousand winds that blow
    I am the diamonds glints in the snow
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain
    I am the gentle autumn rain
    When you awaking in the morning hush
    I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight
    I am the soft star that shines at night
    Do not stand by my grave and cry
    I am not there, I did not die
    (Mary Frye)

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  5. ourlittleredhouseblog says:

    I am so sorry to read this Chandra…what a terrible and horrible tragedy. So sad. There are no words I could write that can compare to this beautiful post you wrote in memory of your nephew. May you and your family be surrounded by angels for peace and love during this terrible time.

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  6. Mali says:

    Oh Chandra, I only just saw this. You’ve written a beautiful post, full of love and pain. I am so very very sorry for you and your family. Wishing you all strength and love.

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  7. Warren Richards says:

    Knowing Forever!

    A soul, likened onto the purest white rose. The beauty of a heart that shimmers, the love aglow… within the light of heaven. What makes the difference, what makes a heart forever bloom? Resting within the fragrance, of a crimson love. Under the quiet, underneath every breath; the love breathes. A coming together, heart and soul. A heart knowing peace, a soul seeing God’s color of love. The beautiful exchange, knowing… forever! Condolences!

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