Today is a big day for the Irish. When you think of St. Patrick’s Day you might think parades, parties, corned beef & cabbage and people in celebration while wearing clothing that makes the public filled streets appear to resemble a sea of green. And I better not forget the most important part of the day for many: the beer! But for myself, my mind is far away from celebrating. My mind goes to our sons’ in China and to an uncle that they will never meet in person. Bill was a uncle, a son, a brother, a husband, and father. Bill was my brother, and an uncle to our current two sons. Bill’s life came to an end on St. Patrick’s Day in 2009, due to a choice he made. I could get into the details of his life, but I’m choosing not to. I could tell you about the day Bill died, but it wouldn’t change the outcome. The death of Bill has been hard on my family. Some family members saw Bill’s act as selfish, as well as cowardly, for he did not consider the pain of those loved ones who would be left to live with this loss. We have gone through so many emotions and still are left with the question “why?” As I struggle with Bill’s death, I am reminded that life is not perfect for anyone. Each and every person on earth has struggles. But I know that I don't have to go through these struggles alone. I have a Father in heaven that I can go to when the pressure mounts, along with friends and family to help me through the troublesome times.
As I struggled with Bill’s death, I drew strength from the words of Psalm 121.
1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
