"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever."
Yeah those were the words spoken on that lousy day that changed my life.
Black was the color I wore that horrid day. I will never forget it. When the change of events occured I was lost. Lost in spirit and at heart. My mind was racing and I had millions of questions and I was racing to find answers. Who? Why? and What?
I stand there in the rain cold, glum, and heartsick. Could this really be happening? Am I really standing here with all my relatives that have come together to mourn over this passing?
This passing is going to be hard. I may never get over this. I see the current change in events happen over and over in my head like a film that just doesn't stop. Like a book that never ends or a fairytale that has the worst ending. Was this real? Was I really living a nightmare that I wouldn't expect happen until years to come? No. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Just yesterday we were out in the back yard talking about how we would grow old together.
Who did this to him? To my own blood to my own relative?
Why did I make him go out in the night to fetch the wolf that was killing that cattle?
What would happen if I would have been there with him?
Would he still be alive now? Would he still be breathing? Talking? Moving? Not hurt and safe?
The questions I have racing through my very mind may never be answered.
I am going to miss his emerald green eyes that shined like the moon on the lake. I am going to miss his curly brown hair that was of golden brown locks. Most importantly I am going to miss him, his personality....
(To Be Continued.)