Meanwhile, I can just flash you (and anyone else who’s looking) this, linked the really engaging site whence it came:

I think of your early morning drive to the hospital and what you worried you all were face-to-face with. And then the worries you faced thereafter.

Sigh, sigh.

Three years later I know we’re all still in shock, and it’s an ocean of grieving to cross, and we’re just a stone’s throw from the shore. To one degree or another. I think in another seven years, when we hit the point where he’ll have been there as long as here, then we’ll know what shock we’ve been in all this time.

Sometimes I feel haunted, too, and then other times the blessing of his life seeps through and overtakes the weight of his being so gone, so hard, so quick. In his name, I try to take in the lesson of that brevity, and try to look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, to be a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. Whenever possible.