Today I lost my best friend after he battled a short but aggressive illness. He was a friend I felt closer to than my own brother. Someone I thought about and prayed for almost every day. We knew each other for over 50 years, went through thick and thin together, got lost in the dark, were found in the light, tasted good and bad while living our dreams.
Even though we had been separated by two continents for the last 25 years, we never lost sight of each other.
Now he is gone, and so is a part of my life that now has to be filled with only memories. But they are good memories. Memories of overcoming, of redemption.
As we both believed that those who believe will not be parted forever, he will live on in my heart for now, until I see him again.
I'm sad and I miss my friend Thomas, but I hold on to the hope of seeing him again. A hope that brings joy in the midst of grief
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