Memories of a Mentor

A man has died and taken his place, inside of heaven within its glorious space. This man who had who changed many lives was a man who was once stuck in addiction with all its lies. He was a man who bound for hell its true. But God raised him up and made him new. He was called to start twelve step meetings; which would bring healing and hope too many whose lives were fleeting. His work saved many people who were lost in their pain; including me who was hurting and insane. This man’s program literally saved my life; when I wanted to end it with a quick slit of a knife. But now he’s gone, and many are mourning his loss; and I am devastated and feeling lost. I feel chained down to the floor afraid to move and depressed all the more. Never the less I am glad I met him, I am grateful that I was part of his recovery kin. Even now I remember the words he said, with the life he lived and the people he lead. One of his last words I heard from him still rings true; God will not waste a single hurt that we’ve been through. I will still mourn his loss, but I will never forget. That god is watching over me; and is not finished with me yet.