It's been a full week since a good friend and a brother took things upon himself. In a burst of (rage, anger, frustration?) ended his borrowed life. We laid him to rest last Wednesday. The weather wasn't good that day. As if Nature is one with us as we grieve for him. The small drizzle that fell feels like teardrops from heaven. I have known him for about seven years when he and his wife joined our community. The seven years he spent with the community were full of memories. Though there were times he distanced himself from us because of circumstances, he always comes back.
As most of us did, he made bad choices in life. But I can't blame him, I blame the circumstances that made him choose it. He was not a perfect husband and father, but deep in me I know that he was struggling to become one. The last days of his life is more of a struggle, finding strength and healing, trying to be whole. But sadly, circumstances caught up with him.
Like him, all of us have deep wounds within that is in need of healing, all of us are struggling to be whole. In the end, what matters most is not how we see ourselves and the people around us through the limited vision of our eyes, but how God see us through His loving eyes.
Goodbye my friend, my brother. May God purify you and welcome you home.
