My reading in cranky old Ecclesiastes put words to some of my grief today. From Chapter 7, in the Message:
3 Crying is better than laughing.
It blotches the face but it scours the heart.
4 Sages invest themselves in hurt and grieving.
Fools waste their lives in fun and games.
10 Don't always be asking, "Where are the good old days?"
Wise folks don't ask questions like that.
14 On a good day, enjoy yourself;
On a bad day, examine your conscience.
God arranges for both kinds of days
So that we won't take anything for granted.
Rest well Steve. I look forward to being reunited with you one day. Your wry humor, your subtle comments and your level head served me in so many ways. I only hope I can give as much as you did to so many folks. And I pray for all of us left behind - especially his family. No words.