We buried my brother today.
It was dreadful and beautiful. We celebrated his life and mourned his death, and again saw evidence of the transformative power of love.
In one room today, there were hundreds of hearts knit together in love for one young man and for his family. The spirit of God was abundant and poured out peace on us. We were not of one mind philosophically, religiously, politically. But we were of one heart.
The world glows differently after such an experience. The insignificant falls away. And what is left?
Love for Brent.
Love for family.
Love for friends.
Love for our Maker.
Love for the shining glory that lies within each one of us, but so often goes unnoticed.
The terrible price we've paid for the gaining of this understanding is too high. My Brentie is gone from this world. His body is under the ground. We miss him like missing a limb. This pain won't be healed quickly. But as we move gently back to the push and pull of our normal lives, I think it will be a reminder of the beauty from ashes that we've experienced this week. I hope it keeps us in mind of the love that ties us all together in large and small ways.
We love our Brent and we love you.