My husband and I were preparing to send our son off to college -- the college of his choice. We were very proud, and excited. And looking forward to some "empty nest" time together.
But then devastation hit. There's no easy way to say it, except with detachment. There is no pain-free way to revisit it, except through the lens of time and distance. Maybe four years isn't long, but that's the time frame I have to work with, so I'll be as detached and distant and I can.
He died. Suddenly. My beloved husband and best friend, DIED!!!!
And just as suddenly, I was lost. I was flung into the wilderness.
The next morning I awoke with a poem in my mind, which became his eulogy.
“Biggun”
“Biggun,” he was called, with affection and with good reason, for he was a big man – broad of shoulder and of a height which few could top.
A big man needs a big heart, so God gave him one…
A heart big enough to love his family and his country, his church and his God…
A heart big enough to share with others, to love deeply, fully, in ways small and large, and especially in the ways of the everyday…
A heart big enough to love the world, yet too big for this world.
So God called him home.
A big man needs big hands, so God gave them to him…
Hands big enough to cradle his newborn son and guide him to young adulthood, to becoming a big man in his own right…
Hands big enough to envelop his wife’s in faithfully committed and devoted embrace…
Hands big enough to cup around a basketball, to hold out in friendship, to clasp in prayer.
A big man needs big feet, so God gave them to him…
Feet big enough to hold him steady as he walked through life…
Feet big enough to leave big footprints to follow, and even bigger shoes to fill.
But what most defined “Biggun” was that big old heart…
A heart big enough for the man, big enough for all who knew him, all who loved him, yet too big for this world.
So God called him home.
Su
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