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There are times when the darkness provides a comfort the sun cannot sustain. This is one of those times. My dear uncle Volker, a man who was a surrogate father to me in childhood, a man who loved his nephew and retained a childlike love of life, who’s spirit was indomitable,
yet was limited by the mortality we all face. He has moved to the next life and begun his new adventure. I grapple with this as I run this morning. Both Time and space become meaningless as I travel with my thoughts upon a beach who’s waves seem eternal and unending.
COVID restrictions prevented my seeing him one last time, but I spoke with him a few days ago, and expressed my love and how I felt he was a father figure for me in Germany while my own father was distant and absent in my life. My heart collapses from the grief
but in the darkness it becomes easier to reconcile his wonderful life, and the joy he finally found in his beautiful Petra who remained by his side always. Survivor of a world war we only read about, he did not let the scars of his time become the scars of ours
as he embraced life and all it’s charms. My heart aches for his daughters who will miss him, my heart aches for his wife who loved him, my heart simply aches. So these pictures today are the shadows that abide with me, they give comfort in the stark darkness
because they remind me that our lives are shadows, ephemeral and fleeting, but also that a sun must rise again, as we all must in the hope of our salvation.
Blessings to those who remain with us. In these strange times one learns that thoughts and prayers do count.
Blessings to those who remain with us. In these strange times one learns that thoughts and prayers do count.
