"They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies. Nor spirits ever be divided, that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record of their friendship" -William PennOur hearts are very tender today. Exactly one year ago today, one of our very best friends, Dustin Morris, died of a drug overdose. A day hasn't gone by that we haven't thought of him. Each month that goes by I make a tick mark in my mind hoping that one day I will get to the month where the pain is no longer there. It hasn't happened. I don't think it ever will. When a life is taken in such a fast and senseless way it is hard to come to a place of acceptance. I am constantly wishing that I could have fixed something, that I could have stopped it from happening. The will of the Lord is hard to see in these circumstances, but I know that it is there. I am so thankful of my knowledge of the afterlife. I know we will see Dustin again. I am also thankful for the comfort of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I feel his presence in my life every day, pushing me along and helping me to be a better person. Although I am helpless and cannot do any "fixing", I know that He can. He can fix Dustin just as He has fixed me. We love you Dustin. Until we meet again....
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My thoughts are with you guys and Morris family today. I remember exactly where I was when I found out the devastating news about Dustin's passing. I think once you have experienced a lose so deep, you can only they begin to relate to what the family & friends are going through. It was such an overwhelmingly sad time.
You guys are such great friends, and it is so great to hear that you feel his presence. You will see him again.
"He can fix Dustin just as He has fixed me." How profound. I loved this and I love you!
What a lovely tribute to your good friend. My thoughts are with you...
HI Sweetie,
Guess what, the pain doesn't go away. But it starts to fade, and the sting you still feel will soon dull. But if the pain goes away, in essence, he will too. The hurt at his passing runs parallel with the joy of his friendship and spirit when he was here. It's been five years since I lost my little brother. I ached for a whole year. Everyday it played over and over in my mind. Until I couldn't do it anymore. Then I let it go. You'll come to that place. And the hurt will be replaced with the memory of how amazing your friend was. (IS!)
I love you more than words can say . . . .
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