About last night...

I found myself lying awake in bed for a while. It was already around 2:45am by the time I hit the sack, but for the first time in a long time, I really thought about him. It still hurts like crazy. I can't even begin to imagine what it must be like for his family. I thought of whatever image of him came to mind. Every once in a while tears would flow a bit more. But all that was short-lived. Pretty soon, as it often was with him, I found myself laughing. It's pretty interesting, 'cause whenever I "LOL" or "hahaha" on MSN or someting, it's not very often that I literally do it. It's more of a smile-and-laugh-to-myself kind of thing. But lying in bed just thinking about some of the stupid things we used to do together or some of those one-liners ("bisquitch", "I'll take down the recycling.", "Yeah, that nuclear..."), I was reminded yet again about his carefree nature and his ability to lighten up any situation. I read this passage again last night. It was read at his funeral service.

John 14:1-4
1"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God[a]; trust also in me. 2In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. 3And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. 4You know the way to the place where I am going."

I hope I get a place next to his.