It was 2:00 am on what should have been a normal night. Everyone who belonged to the house should have been in bed, awaiting in their naïve slumber for another normal day. But that night was different, and there would never be another normal day. The house was the emptiest it had ever been. In fact, the concept of home was the emptiest it had ever felt. The tangible vacancy in the air was suffocating. My sister and I sat across from one another in the sunroom, and questions h

On that final day, when it was to be the last goodbye, I walked through those doors like I had done a million times. Down that hallway where we had walked arm in arm every single day we were together. I entered her room, that place of suffering and miracles, that place where heaven often collided with earth. I could hear the music and the laughter hang in the air, almost as if it were its own person. I think it was. I think it was God letting me know he had been there, too.

I take my tears to Gethsemane Where God agonized over his humanity Where all of heaven bowed to see If God’s love was was weighty enough...