For some this might be too heavy. Accepting the moments that feel out of place during the tragic loss of a loved one. It's been two months since word reached me about my brother. Never once have I felt hurt and or alone. All too many times along the path I kept hearing the preachers in the pulpit shout out about Jesus and his guarantee to give each and everyone of us an everlasting life. Great sales pitch right? Wow and all we have to do is accept his presence? The eye opener for me actually took place in 2015 during the unraveling moments of learning about my father's passing on Facebook. Devastated? Yes. Lost? Empty? Confused? No. Before I slipped into a pair of teenager shoes I took the preachers everlasting hook and made it a part of my process of growth. I could be wrong but everlasting means the presence of my family is very much alive inside my mind body and soul. The everlasting is the existence of our continued steps locked on forward and outward motion. I started two huge writing projects after each new chapter was given birth. This very radio show is the result of hearing my father's voice and command beyond that tragic dip into the world of social media. The journey and journal I'm using for my brother's voice to be heard will also one day serve. There's a difference between accepting the agreement about having an everlasting life and physically living with people already enjoying the everlasting life. Being aware of how things move through you invites peace and not question. You are not alone. You will not be in fear. If it shall rise then let it speak through you by way of the tip of a writing instrument. Yep... You're gonna cry. Wow where's the positive in that? When you begin to see how the everlasting is the continuation of everything.