Everything was white and you said you weren’t scared because you had God. You finally received your invitation early Monday morning (nearly 8 months since the day). Under a leaden sky with winter did blowing it was time to say goodbye. Earlier that morning I listened to my Brother stutter words— stumbling over the unbearable truth. Memories were shared as tears fell from the congregation’s eyes. We were all falling apart as the sky began to shake. Fingers interlocked with bowed heads we prayed for this darkness to pass. I know a flood may be coming, but you’re in Heaven now. You took the light and now you are shining brighter than ever. Everything felt white and I felt pure and shimmering beneath your presence. A color so beautiful, I wish I could make it yours, or rather, make it you.

We pray for a better tomorrow, for strength, peace, and reassurance from God. We tried to think of the best of words, we fell over thoughts and condolences that had been dug up from the very core of our hearts.. but never felt like they could stop the pain. The ice is melting and I don’t feel as cold and lonely. If a tumor is able to steal your life and crush your dreams there is no doubt that you are now roaming golden streets.