It's been almost 3 months (as of this coming Monday) since my cousin Leonard committed suicide.
Whoever first said "life is a journey" sure knew what he was talking about.
How do you describe something like this? One of my best experiences ever coupled with my worst ever, in the same summer. Two weeks in Jamaica on a mission trip and a week in Minnesota for my cousin's funeral.
This was my first week back at the LB Community College.
It's always weird when friends are like, hi, how are you, how was your summer?
Are they just engaging in small talk, or do they really want to know the awesome, the bad, and the awful about your summer?
I don't quite grieve as much or as hard I once did. It doesn't hurt as bad as it did in the weeks immediately following his death.
Life goes on.
But at the same time, the pain hasn't gone away. I'll be surprised if it ever does.
Every now and then I get started thinking about him, and start grieving all over again.
I leave you now with a question. It says in Romans that God works all things for good to those that love Him.
Now, does that mean that God works all things together for better? There has been good that came out of all this, but is the world actually a better place because Lenny killed himself? Will it ever be?
Namaarie
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