The day after my husband and I got home from our getaway in Cuba, I found out that my Uncle passed away in the Philippines. It was pretty devastating news for us all especially my Dad. Uncle Tim was the eldest in his family. What made it even harder was that we were so far away from our family in the Philippines. My Dad was able to get time off to go to the Philippines and be with his remaining siblings and lay to rest their brother.
Migrino Family
Uncle Tim's death was a difficult one for me. He's the 2nd death in our immediate family (1st was my MamaLola... my grandma). I still cry sometimes when I think of him. He was so young, only 57 years old. In the midst of the grief, I recognize that God is still love. I don't question Him and I just cling to His promises and love. I'm so glad we have His promises and His promises are real and are not empty. I will see Uncle Tim again and also my MamaLola. I cling to the promise that one day there will be no more sorrow, pain and death. I look forward to the day when sin will no longer have any hold on any of us. I hold tight to the promise of my Saviour that He will come again and take us all with Him.
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