Too soon. You’re gone too soon. I never dreamt it would be this soon. You are too young and yet today you die. Not to exist on this earth anymore. No one can touch you, hug you, cry with you, pray with you, laugh with you.
I’m sorry for the suffering you went through. This life was not an easy one for you. You shared your pain and your anger and your laughter with me. Mostly you shared your love.
I hope I gave enough of myself to you. Seems like there is only so much “person” to go around. But we always make room for those we love.
I will miss you but you are sleeping now. You will feel no pain, no sorrow, no struggling. I hope to see you at the resurrection — Â in the clouds as we meet Jesus.
I don’t write this for you because you exist no more. I only write as a way to ease my pain for I will miss you Terry. Your memory will always be etched in my brain. I will miss you.
The living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten. Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished; neither have they any more a portion for ever in any thing that is done under the sun. Â There is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom in the grave wither thou goest. Â Ecclesiates 9:5, 6, 10
The dead praise not the Lord. Â Psalm 115:17.
But a man dies and is laid low; he breathes his last and is no more. As the water of a lake dries up or a riverbed becomes parched and dry, so he lies down and does not rise; til the heavens are no more, people will not awake or be roused from their sleep. Â Job 14:10-12
The Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, … and the dead in Christ shall rise … and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Â 1 Thessalonians 4:16, 17