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Heavenly Father,
Speak peace to stress stretched hearts today. There are only questions dripping with pain, questions like why, how and what if. Begin the healing process now, we pray. We long for your strength as we come to you.

In Jesus Name,
Amen

The man officiating the funeral raised his head and looked out at me. He gave a nod to the man in back and the casket slowly began to descend into the black hole it would call home. My heart sank as I read the card in my hand, "In loving memory" Well if that aint the truth.

I stood over the gaping abyss that my now deceased uncle would forever lay and felt my eyes swell with tears. My hand clinging so tightly to a rose that it began to bleed. I looked up toward the sky and closed my eyes; I began to drift away

When I opened my eyes I was laying in bed. The morning light sprayed across my room in a bright hue that beaconed me to rise, all the while my eyes stinging from last nights cry. I threw the sheets off of me with a slight anger as I forced my feet off the bed. I stared at the window with disdain, blaming it for allowing the sun to ruin my sleep. I pulled my body off the bed to a slow stand; I yawned loudly and made my way to the door. I let out a sigh and turned the knob.

I shuffled down the hallway remembering Jason, remembering the time we road tripped across California, remembering the potato gun that destroyed his mom's windshield, remembering the pain when I received the phone call about his death. I felt myself swell with sadness as I collapsed to my knees. I sat there huddled into myself, crying uncontrollably, when a voice broke my sulk.
"What's the matter bro?" The voice asked

I looked toward the voice and felt my jaw drop. It was Jason, standing before me, staring down at me.
"Whoa, you look like you've just seen a ghost."

I quickly rose to my feet and wrapped him in my arms. I held him as tight as I ever have. A warmth and happiness filled my lungs as I took every breath deeper into my body. Jason, bewildered and confused, pushed me away and let out a groan. "What the hell man? Did you wake up gay or something?"

I apologized and assured him that I was straight. We walked into the living room, I took a seat on the couch and he sat in his recliner staring at me. He took a breath as if the speak then stopped. I felt compelled to dash across the room and give him another hug but fought the urge. My mind surged as it struggled to understand the situation.
"What's

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