Seven years ago today, my younger brother passed away after fighting cancer for two years. Even though I know he’s in a better place, I can’t help but wish he were still here with us. I miss his smile. I miss his laughter. I miss his sense of humor. I miss his quirks. I miss the extraordinary way he cared so much for others. I miss his singing. I miss his many facial expressions. I miss his generosity. I miss our Thai Iced Tea dates. I miss how he spoke gentle truth into people’s lives. I miss him now more than ever.
Having Steven Curtis Chapman’s “With Hope” on repeat was what helped me cope, and so I dedicate this post to anyone who has lost a loved one… live on… with hope.