Death Leaves a Heartache No One Can Heal

The love of her life of my oldest younger sister, Evan, Glenn, passed away after a ferocious battle against cancer. In the course of the last two decades, I saw both my sister and her husband on infrequent occasions but I was always struck by three things about Glenn: he loved motorcycles, music and my sister.

The last of those three is really the only one that mattered and she was as crazy in love with him as he was with her. If ever there were two people who deserved a happy ending, it was they.

That is not to be and the pain that will be with my sister everyday for the rest of her life may feel at times greater than the moments of remembered joy of their lives together. I hope that will pass, and if I still prayed, that would be something for which I would.

I have no words to offer but these which I found from James Whitcomb Riley:

He Is Not Dead

I cannot say, and I will not say

That he is dead. He is just away.

With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,

He has wandered into an unknown land

And left us dreaming how very fair

It needs must be, since he lingers there.

And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn

For an old-time step, and the glad return,

Think of him faring on, as dear

In the love of There as the love of Here.

Think of him still as the same. I say,

He is not dead—he is just away.” 

-bill kenny