Dads

I've been sitting here staring at this blank page, wondering what to write. I've got an ache inside me. 

Charlie Kirk spoke at our church a couple of times and I felt like I kind of knew him, even though I didn't really know him. My heart aches for his wife and two kids.

Watching TV this week someone had written that Charlie Kirk's kids will become adults with only pictures and not memories of their dad, stories but no experiences. We paused the show and just looked at each other. Chuck's dad died when he was only three. We just sat and contemplated the truth of that.

This is the only family photo that exists of them: his parents and older siblings. Chuck wasn't even born yet. Even though he was three when his dad died, there are no pictures of the two of them together.

Charlie Kirk's murder was a senseless act that's caused so much pain. But, he loved the Lord and is now talking with Him. No microphones needed. I think of it as a caravan during a road trip. One of you has to stop for gas so you tell the others, "Go on ahead, we'll see you when we get there." Charlie Kirk has gone on ahead and we'll see him when we get there.

My original plan this week was to write about my dad. He died on September 11, 2019. 

 

It's been a somber week. I hope you're doing okay.