My Uncle Richard is sandy blonde haired with sparkling blue eyes. The ladies loved him, he could charm a woman within minutes. He served in the military while a young man, then moved to Ocean City, Maryland. His apartment was just 2 blocks from the boardwalk, and the sights and sounds of the sweet Atlantic. If you walked just two blocks the other way you would come across the Bay where my mom would reel in softshell crabs. Richard was a surveyor. Richard was also an addict, to many things, he went through women like he went through drinks. The combination landed him in jail multiple times. The saddest moment came 6 years ago when he stole my Grandmom's car on the day of her wedding and traded it for heroin. The police called us during the ceremony. They found Richard in a ditch. The police called my dad tonight at nine, they found him again, this time dead on his favorite path in the woods behind his house in Pennsylvania. Richard lost his job today, and his mind. He told my dad he was checking into the VA hospital tomorrow. He didn't lie, he had registered. Richard just couldn't hold out in this life one more day.
Last month I went home to Md, my Grandmom came down with a gift for me that Richard helped her put together. A toolbox loaded with great gear so that I could fix things for Hannah. I should have written Richard a thank you note.
Pray for my family. My mom and Grandmom especially. They will be at the morgue tomorrow. Pray for strength for my father - He will probably lead the funeral, and he is looked to by my mom's entire family as the spiritual leader and counselor in these times. Pray against the lie of satan condemning my family. Pray that God will use this moment to bring attention to Jesus.