My Friend, David

Last evening brought the news of the death of my friend, David. We have lloved each other for over 30 years and his transfer to Heaven has brought a profound sadness to my heart. I grieve for his wife and children, I ache for missing one more visit. I shall not soon forget the memories of our friendship, and I shall cherish the thoughts of our shared lives over the years.

We spent years of Friday nights together in God’s Word. We did not always agree completely, but we lloved the challenge of learning. We walked together in the woods, we shared meals, we laughed, we cried, we taught and worshiped together, and I shared in a small way the life crushing death of his son some years back. When I struggled he encouraged me, cared for me, gave me wise counsel. I trust that was true for him.

In one sense we grew up together, although we were both grown men when we met. Our lives were different, he was eminently successful, I floundered a bit. What he touched seemed to alway turn out right, and that was not always so with me. We both had big plans for the days ahead. He had retired, young, and moved away. I have to wait a bit longer. We spoke of getting together soon, to dream, to plan, to focus on how to approach the future.

Now, suddenly, it seems, he’s gone. I assumed it would be the other way round. He was ready, of course, but that won’t change the deep sadness in the hearts of his family and friends. Life is brief, and the path for tomorrow is always unknown.

I’ll miss him! I lloved him! He’s home, and I’ll see him there.