Theme: Children
Greatest Pain
Once upon a time my answer would have been different. Back them you could ask me what the greatest pain was, and my answer would have been the death of my wife. More recently I would have given the title, erroneously, to letting my daughter down. Yet, I know different know. I know the truth of God now.
"Would you like to say a couple of words Mister Tuesti?"
Mutely I shake my head. No longer is it a case of wanting to talk, but of being able to. It is the stress and the pain and the trauma… and the injury. The thing that caused my pain also took away my ability to speak of it, but only one person knows that.
So many memories greet me as I watch your coffin lowered into the ground. Roses enough to cover ten bears in thorns and silky petals cover every inch of the pine box. Tears stream from more eyes than I can count.
And like this, unable to voice my pain, I watch as my daughter, my teen, is lowered into the ground.
No father should ever have to bury their baby girl. No parent should watch their children die. Yet this, this pain, is placed upon me. God punished my sins by stealing away the life of my only child…