Today my brother Steve would have been 32 years old. This is a picture of him the very last time I ever saw him. On February 15, 2004 while he was in Louisiana on vacation, a car full of drunk people who had just left a casino entered the highway using an off ramp as an on ramp and hit him head on. Steve and the driver of the other vehicle were killed instantly.
I miss my brother very much. Birthdays, holidays, special occassions, and day to day living all have an empty space where he should be. I look forward to the day when we can all be together again.
Romans 8:28 says And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to his purpose.
I don't begin to know or understand why things happen the way they do. Steve taught me many things during his life, and I did learn something important from his death. Don't take life for granted. Make the most of the time you have when you are here, don't get caught up in petty problems of the world they mean nothing in the long run. Tell those around you that you love them and enjoy the time you have with your children.
After I posted this I spoke with my mom. Her and Dad send balloons up every year in honor of Steve's Birthday. Usually after sending the balloons up a rainbow will appear in the sky. This year, a dove flew down from the sky and landed in the tree in their front yard. These are wonderful signs from God, reminding us not to be sad, but to rejoice.