Just a week ago he was enjoying relationships with his family, working out at the health club, working in his vocation and serving Christ through his life. Today, he lies comatose with severe neurological damage following a heart attack sustained when alone…on his way home.
The possibility of such an experience always seems remote, but it is nonetheless real. In this instance, it was something that the couple had talked about. He had said, “I would not want to remain in a condition where I was not aware, being dependent upon support systems to sustain my life.” He said, “I would rather go be with Jesus.”
While the decision to remove life support systems is still traumatizing and painful, the words he had spoken do provide comfort. For those who remain, the pain of loss is profound. Even knowing his preference to “be with Jesus” does not remove the hurt and emptiness. Nor does it remove the lingering questions: “Is this the right decision?”
While family and friends gather round, and faith nurtures the spirit of those who remain, the darkness of the moment is real. And it feels as though the light will never shine again. That is reality, even for people with deep faith. And we, friends and family who also possess faith in God, join them with our tears.
We ask ourselves why we cry, if we truly believe the promises of God. And for just a moment, we understand another who stood at the grave of a dear friend and wept even though He possessed the power to restore life. Yes, Jesus wept.
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God's Peace to the Kennedy family as they remember Chuck and his great influence in their lives.
May Cathy, her family and the entire Kennedy family find peace in knowing that Chuck is now with God. My deepest condolences goes out to Cathy and her family.
Ivette
Chuck was a dear friend of mine for the last 20 plus years. We worked together, golfed together and when our careers went different ways, we found time to meet each other for an occasional lunch. The last time Chuck and I played golf, I was admiring his Big Bertha Driver as we played. As we were walking to our cars after we had finished playing, my car came up first in the parking lot. Chuck gently put the driver in my Jeep and told me he wanted me to have it. He insisted I keep it and he walked on to his truck. He was an inspiration to me, always positive and always ready to listen. Now, when I play golf and pull the Big Bertha from my bag, I will always think of Chuck and what a positive influence he was in my life. I will miss him sorely. I know God has welcomed him into his heavenly family and I pray God will look over Cathy and his children in this time of sorrow.
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