When I Got The Call...On this past May 10,my son celebrated his 42 birthday...but by dawn he was dead. Nothing unusual happened I was told...he was with friends and family barbecuing his special way. I sent him a birthday greeting just to reach out to him in some small way. I did what I normally do the rest of the day.
He was happy they said, not anxious, or depressed just saying Hi to all and greeting his guest.
It was a full day of fun with family around he was drinking and celebrating until early dawn.
All went to bed now children fast asleep. He and a guess sat briefly to speak. My son wasn't sad he said, we chatted momentarily then left to say a few passing words to his spouse,...before settling down on his side of the bed to asleep.
But morning would come while all were at rest..my son slipped away to his heavenly rest. They tried to revive him they did their best but he was already resting on God's gentle breast.
I got the call it was so painful to hear that my son would not be celebrating a birthday next year.
It was the worst day of my life to hear the news that I would be burying my child, so soon...It feels like a nightmare I wish I could break free but the truth is my son now is waiting for me... in eternity.