You are bold, a man who would proclaim the gospel to many. Funny, talented, but always direct. Though I never saw it in this world, the Holy Spirit graced me with this knowing of whoyou are.
You are perfect, holy, and innocent; perfected in Christ which means that all of these gifts are perfected, and now you get to be a bold and mighty intercessor for the Kingdom. You are a co-heir with Christ.
I am proud of you and proud to know my son is a citizen of heaven. Although it hurts so much, I am at peace knowing where you are, that you are alive, more alive than us, and that you joyfully join the great cloud of witnesses. I pray that you look on me with love and mercy. I know you forgive me. Please pray for me that I can let go of the guilt that I hold.
But as for you my son, I love you, I wish you were here so that I could hold you, kiss you, tuck you in, watch you get baptized, take first communion, go to school, get confirmed, make friends, play every sport you wanted, watch our favorite show together, cuddle with me and your mom, cook for you, bathe you, listen to your stories, watch you grow up, graduate, get married, have a family of your own, and be that bold on fire old man at 85 years old. Sadly, I will not, but instead all of this will pale in comparison to the glory I will see you in; the next life’s joy will be worth the temporary pain as we sit together at the feet of our Lord’s throne.
Your mother and I love you dearly and we ask that you would pray for us, that we would finish that race and be made worthy of the promises of Christ.
Love, Dad.