The shock of Stan’s sudden passing has stayed with me and,
it seems, almost intensified. I find myself more teary, more upset and more
unable to talk about it.
This morning, in church, I was in pieces afterwards.
We sang an old hymn, reminding me of an incident with Stan and Tami in Africa
Gospel Church we attended together all those years ago. Sharing a hymn book, I
saw Tami smile at Stan – and of course he smiled back, with that wonderful kind
grin he had – as they sang together. Now they can do that no longer.
And I just wonder how Tami is feeling. Unimaginable: for I
must feel only a fraction of the grief. Surely she must wish to be with him.
The world was a better place with Stan Brown in it.
Fortunate is heaven, now, to have him. His body may have entered the decay
process, but his soul continues on forever.
Just don’t ask me how I am. I will probably not be able to
choke out a reply.
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