I have found myself thinking of my dad a lot lately. He spent my entire life broken over the loss of his son, my brother Brook. I can’t begin to understand the grief his passing caused my parents. My brothers death puts my entire childhood in perspective. When going through my dads things he had a box with Jays name written on it. I opened it to find a bunch of toy cars. They were cars my brother played with almost 39 years ago. My dad wants to give them to Jay. For obvious reasons, I offered them to my mom who in return encouraged me to keep them because she knows I would do something sentimental with them. For now they sit in this tall vase. I’ve been spending a lot of time dreaming up ways to display these cars. I know I’ll come up with the perfect display. Brook is the brother I never met. Brook is the brother who left this world all too soon. He’s the brother I’ll meet for the first time in heaven one day. He’s the brother I oddly find myself missing. Brook was the first child born 5 years before me. Brook passed away 1 week before he should have turned 1. Almost 39 years later my dad still cries when he talks about him. There is hope for my dad knowing he will hold is son again in heaven when the time comes. I can only imagine how beautiful their reuniting will be. One day my dad will be with Jesus, he will be with Brook and he will finally be free.
“He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.” Revelation 21:4 NLT