The romantic.
The crooner.
The one who carried the ball but didn't need to.
The one who was always one with the crowd, wanting them to be at home.
You were just an inch off center... close enough but not.
Some people survived that US Air crash nineteen years ago in Charlotte. This morning they are waking up to go to work and eat lunch and have an afternoon beer and watch the nightly news with Brian Williams. They are glad to be alive. But they have no idea how alive you are at this very moment. Nor do I completely. But I do believe this a little, which you know in full: "No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived the things God has prepared for those who love Him".
You are with Him.
I am jealous over what happened to you in 1994.
And what's happening in you now.
But I'll wait my turn.
Pray for me.
P.S. I'm still refusing to shave my upper lip like you suggested.
