Birthday's That Don't Come

Today was Dave French's 47th birthday. Dave French was my godmother's husband of twelve years, and he passed away on July 5, 2005. Today would have been his birthday. I kept thinking about it today. I even found myself somewhat distracted. 

I wrote in my journal: Dear Dave, thank you for loving me. I miss you. 

That's really all I could come up with. I ended the note with the first worship song I ever played with him (me on my flute, him on his piano.) What a friend I've found, more faithful than a mother. It would break my heart, if we were to lose each other. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, friend forever. 

I just wanted to do a tribute to him. I am trusting that there is somewhere deep in the eye of God that understands why people die young, why women are made widows and why people experience loss. I know Dave's soul continues to exist, and it thrives even more now then it ever did here.