Today I attended a bible class. I give glory to the most high for the reason why I am still here today. The class I attended was a beginners class for those studying the Bible. The instructor gave us some great points and I learned a few new things.
But my mind began to wonder as it often does, to my boy. I began to search for grief in the materials we were given and I found this scripture in 1 Thessalonians 4:13 (NIRV) “Brothers and sisters, we want you to know what happens to those who die. We don’t want you to be sad, as other people are. They don’t have any hope.”
And it hit me! As a Christian and knowing my son was Christian, I don’t need to mourn him as if I will never see him again. I know one day we will meet again. It didn’t necessarily take the hurt away that I feel every day, but it reminds me there is hope. That as I adjust to not talking to my boy every day or sharing those jokes only we would get…I have hope.
So it’s not goodbye Andrew, it’s see you later alligator, and I hear my boy responding after-while crocodile.