GRIEF & FAMILY

This Holiday, Please Fill My Empty Chair With Life.

A letter from our departed loved ones

Hey Sis,

I should be ringing your doorbell sometime soon this Holiday Season.

I should be embracing you and simultaneously poking fun at your Covid-15.

I should be looking at my nephews and niece and exclaiming “Gosh, they’ve grown.”

I should be rolling my eyes when my Godson doesn’t stop interrogating me about what’s in my bag.

I should be posing with the Christmas tree and posting it on Facebook in a jiffy, like I always do.

I should be helping you set the table and taste testing the chicken curry. More, more spice!

I should be catching up on the latest family drama and gossip with you. Wait, Mom, said what ??

I should be getting annoyed with you when you get on my case. Hey, stop it!

I should be sitting in that chair next to you this holiday and stuffing myself sick.

But………. this time I won’t be there.

You’ll look across the table and only see an empty chair.

You’ll look across the table and only see the brokenness in mom’s and dad’s eyes.

You’ll look across the table and only hear the deafening silence of loneliness.

I’m sorry sis, my looming absence will be my presence this holiday.

Don’t lose heart. This holiday still save the spot for me. Still bake that rich chocolate cake I love. Still make that chicken curry and don’t forget to add tons of spice.

When you look across the table and see that empty chair, weep not. I’ll be there as I have always been, but just in a different form. I’ll be reaching out from heaven and wrapping you all in love.

Fill my empty chair with memories, fill it with good works, fill it with service to others. When it gets easier for you, fill it with laughter once again. Above all, fill it with abounding life.

Lastly, please don’t worry about me. There are no more tears in heaven. I know, you got this Sis. Go live your best life!

Till we meet again,

XOXO, Bro.