I struggled with yesterday’s word, happy. My husband’s beloved uncle passed away after a long illness. It just wasn’t a happy day. Yes, we can all say that we are relieved that he is no longer suffering — and it’s true…we are — it’s still sad that he is gone. Jerry was known for his smile and infectious laugh. As I watched his siblings, children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews post their remembrances and pictures on Facebook yesterday, it was definitely a common theme.
Last night, as we had dinner together, we talked about Uncle Jerry to our son. He had met him before but did not know him very well. My husband told him about the person that he knew and loved dearly. And, as I sat listening to stories that I’ve heard before, it hit me that without Uncle Jerry’s presence in Lloyd’s life, it’s unlikely that any of us would have been sitting around that table last night.
I did not get to spend as much time with Jerry as I would have liked. But, here’s what I know: He loved Jesus and he loved his family. And, he was happy.
Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
in whose heart are the highways to Zion.
(Psalm 84:5 ESV)