Ones past, of sorts...

[Caleb Feren]

I stood there, my head lowered, as I listened to the Father spew his spiel about death and the life everlasting. What did this man know of life and death? He had not been there as his best friend lay dying; rocking them as a mother would a child, telling them everything would be alright. He had not sat there, wrapping his arms around them as their blood drenched arms tightly pressed against the limp body as the life drained from them.

“…no reasons why this happens to the good. There is no explination why the good must suffer where the bad continue on. No… there never are reasons, at least none that we are privy to. It is the Lord who knows these reasons. It is the Lord who has called our beloved daughter, friend, wife to his side. It is by his side that Candance stands, watching us now as we say our goodbye’s to her mortal flesh. She has gone…”

Gone… yes, she has gone on. And soon, so would he.


(( In loving memory of Candance, a dear friend of mine ))