With A Broken Heart
Last week my brother jokingly told me that he was refusing to read this blog. Too much paradise he said. My heart is broken. He will now have to read it from heaven. I don’t have the opportunity to be irritated with him. He would laugh to think that alone is irritating me.
Tye was a thorn in my side that I would never take out. He was a super hero to my kids, quite literally. He always wanted to make sure that at any given moment everyone was laughing. I spent the last two weeks with Mom talking about what we would do when she came back with Tye. He would like this. He would complain about that.
I am without words. I’m packing. We’re headed for Kentucky, right behind Grandma. Please pray for us.