“Love is lifting me from sorrow, catching every tear..”
Today, marks one year since my sweet “dude”, my brother was unexpectedly called Home. I remember the day and phone call like it just happened, and the 365 days to follow have been filled with every emotion… many of them difficult, some sweet, some peace-filled.
I’m flooded with memories of our time with him.
I remember an evening when he was a only about one year old, and I had him belly laughing by bopping a balloon on our heads.
I remember how I hated the dark and would sneak into his room at night (he had a bigger bed) just to be by him and not be alone.
I remember when he became the perfect pesky brother to my teenage, big sis self and would come into my room in the mornings and wake me up in the most obnoxious way… leading me to march out yelling, “MOOOOMMMMM! He did it again!!!” While he laughed at his stinky schemes.
I remember when I was in labor with Stella, and he was nervous and aloof.. my mom whispered to me that he was having a hard time seeing me in such pain. When Stella was born, he pushed my dad out of the way to be sure he got to hold her first. Stella and her “Bobo” went on to have the sweetest bond.
I remember just a couple of weeks before he passed, Stella was being especially sassy and I threatened to call Santa. She challenged me with “you don’t have his number!” and I said, “Oh yes I do!!” I called Cory and when he answered, I said emphatically, “Hey.. Santa!! Santa, it’s me Kim, Stella’s mom…” and thankfully, he immediately caught on and played along!
I’ll never forget the serendipitous gift of our last visit on Stella’s birthday, 10 days before he passed. We were headed out to Disneyland and with my hands full I walked out the front door, flipped the lock, shut the door and realized my keys were still inside. We were locked out. I was so mad! The only person with a spare key was Cory, so I called and asked for his help. He came rushing over and let us in. He gave Stella big birthday hugs, hugged me, and we got to exchange “I love you’s” Stella shouted, “Bobo is our hero! He saved the day!!!”
And here we are… I rejoice that he is made perfect and with our Savior. I grieve that we miss his presence here on earth. I’m angry that our girls won’t get to grow up with such a special uncle, knowing him and his joyful personality. He loved them so much. But above all, I trust God’s sovereignty and the hope that we will see him again.