Rest in peace, my dear cousin. He fought his battle from stage 4 cancer well.
There is the immediate and the atmosphere. Fear of war; touchdown of velociraptors; a quiet passing; a once again tragedy of paper rolls, a teacher tripping, tires rolling. Closeup shots and distant thunder; its cracklings. Hanging by a thread, sometimes deluded into thinking things will be alright; with Jesus they are. The ups and downs; the coaster lumbering over the camel’s humps; the plummet from Everest; the mighty arms of our Creator sustains the blows. Eventually, the coaster comes to rest; wow, those pearly gates, the mindblowing light that shines; Jesus will wipe every tear from your eyes. From my cousin’s eyes, from his two year battle. His mama, four years ago, on the same day. Sandwich hugs from his mom and dad. wow.
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