I don’t get to call you anymore
For prayer, encouragement, or a laugh.
I don’t get to see you anymore
For a hug, a smile, or just to hang out.
Time and death stole you away
…And you so young (at least to me)!
My heart hurt when I found out you were sick
But not as much as your body hurt you.
In some ways I am glad
It was a short journey, relatively speaking,
Still it was hard for you to walk
Praying every day for a miracle,
Waking up every morning in pain.
Those closer than I watched as
Moment by moment the enemy in your cells
Made steady gains against you.
I hate cancer!
I hated it before and more now.
Still, I suppose God wanted you
To come home to Him, and
It was way past time for
That ultimate healing.
I can’t help myself though
Thinking of all the ways I’ll miss you,
Cause I really do love you.

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