It wasn't fair,
the way you had to leave;
but I'm beginning to finally learn
that fair isn't how life works.
the way things are.
I still can't believe that
you're really gone.
I can still see your face,
still hear your laugh,
and I want to go to you,
so I can never let you go.
In the beginning,
I didn't comprehend it all,
I thought things would be ok,
as they always had been.
When I finally began to let everything sink in,
All the way...
I wasn't ready;
I couldn't bear for you not to stay.
But God came knocking at your door,
and no matter how hard you tried to fight,
He was ready to show you the way out of your pain,
His purpose for you in his kingdom was ready to be fulfilled.
For those of us left behind,
we question ourselves and wonder why,
and as much as I know how bad you wish you were here,
I can feel you smiling down at us.
You're free of the chains
once wrapped around your wrists,
you've made it to the place
that we're all aiming to go.
You've met Jesus,
and have been held in his arms,
so it helps to think that in a blink of your eye,
I'll soon be with you.
And as I miss you throughout the years,
I'm glad part of me has gone with you,
as part of you
is still with me.
--For Ryan, With All My Love--
--April 7th, 2005--