We stood there singing “It Is Well With My Soul”, crying but worshiping, watching our close friend pass from here to somewhere better. Watching Marty’s wife come to terms with the fact that she no longer has her partner and lover here anymore. Watching his sons weep over all the memories their dad will never get to witness; marriage, kids, grandkids, Christmases, birthdays.
Remembering all those funny moments randomly when you’re just doing laundry or brushing your teeth. Remembering all the plays and all the parties, Marty in the center making everyone laugh until we couldn’t breathe anymore.
Unbelievable heartbreak seeing grown men at a loss for words, sobbing for the friendship of 20 or more years taken from them. Not stolen, but taken, gently and carefully handled like a new born child, now in the hands of the One who is the ultimate Healer, Provider, Comforter.
Even in times like these and have peace in our hearts that there is no pain, no suffering, no agony or grief where Marty is now. We have peace. He has peace. HE is peace.