Before E was born, his father walked out on E's mother and her then eleven children. E, the baby, never knew him and, in some ways, always sought that relationship.
Yesterday when my friend visited E, E was already in a coma. My friend knew the implications of his condition should he survive. He told E, "It's ok to sleep. And when you wake up, you will be in the arms of a Father who will never leave you and always love you."
Last night E died . . . surrounded by his family and my friend.
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May the peace of Christ, the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all.
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