Three

Three years ago this morning, at about 4:30 a.m., I got the call from my sister-in-law that my brother had died in his sleep.

I happen to be staying with my folks this week as I do Board of Ministry work at Lakeshore. I'll call my sister today.

As I process my grief, I've been all over the place through the years -

• I've lamented unexpected loss
• I've grieved brotherly "stuff" never fully worked out.
• I've grieved him not being able to watch his son grow up

But today, I just miss Jimmy.

For more on my written journey of dealing with Jimmy's death, hit the "Jimmy" label below