He is an object of beauty and magnificence, as I stand watching him sail away, until at last he fades on the great horizon and I whisper to the universe, “He’s gone.”
Gone! Gone where? A voice from above whispers into my soul.
“No longer here with me,” I say.
Gone from your sight – that is all. He is just as large in the masts, hull and spars as he ever was when you saw him and just as able to bear his load of living freight to the next destination. The diminished size and total loss of sight is in you, and not in him, for Tristin knows where he is going!
And just at that moment, as my words, “He’s gone” echoed in my head, I knew that as I was watching him leave, there were others who were watching him come and their voices took up a loud shout, “There he is! He’s coming! He’s back!
We believe that the next time we see Tristin, his voice will be in the choir of angels to welcome us home.
"Today has been the hardest day of all the others combined. Reality is too quiet and the pain is too loud; I have never felt so lonely in my life. I alway thought I was strong and that I could overcome anything, but I had yet to experience this degree of sorrow. My sorrow for the passing of my sweet grandson, and my sorrow to see my son and family grieving with an unbearable pain. My heart wants to surrender to peace, but my mind is hanging on to mortality as if it was the final resting place of hope."
"Tristin, I love and miss you. It's not easy without you here and if you would ask Heavenly Father to give us a little of that beautiful peace and serenity you took with you into the Heavens, the day you left, we would be grateful. We miss the wonderful countenance that you so generously graced our lives with... thinking of you daily and loving you again and again. Forever, Gram"
Tristin and his dad, Brian.
