Ten Years since that awful day. It remains the worst day of my life. The day my brother Arnie died. He was 47 and had a massive internal haemorrhage. He died in a Johannesburg Hospital. There was nothing they could do.
It was a time of great sadness. Emotional pain still rises within me when I think back. There are things here of which I cannot speak. It is not worth raising them. But the 9th September 2007 will go down as the worst day of my life and I find it hard to not look forward to the calendar ticking over to 10th so this day will be behind me.
Ten years.
My beloved Arnie sitting with Stacey while Julian holds David. Christmas 1991. David was 9 months old. Stacey had just turned 4.
I have faith to believe that I will see Arnie again. I think sometimes the Lord says so far and no further and He took Arnie to protect him from himself. One day this emotional pain will be over and the hug I long to give him will be a possibility! Those big shoulders and broad chest were always very huggable.
He was a great handyman. He helped Mike build our en suite bathroom. He welded and worked so well with his hands. With all the building that has been and will be, we miss him. He would have been very involved.
When I think about it, I am very comforted that he enjoys my Mom’s company in heaven. And my Dad’s. The idea of him being reunited with my Mom though, that really warms my heart. Safe and sound. Secure and happy. Problem free and eternal.
Heaven is beyond I wildest imagination and I believe God took Arnie there.
I look forward to having him to welcome me when one day I take that step.
1 Corinthians 15:55
“Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?
The emotional pain is human suffering – a deep longing and missing of his physical presence with us. But it is temporary.
#413 of my 1000 thanks is that I can find joy and peace in deep pain. That is truly something to be thankful for.
These are the days!
Keep the smile going!
God bless you.
Helga xx 🙂