It had been a beautiful Monday with many things accomplished, lots of love in the air… Then at 4:30 in the afternoon our son, Creative Artist, Nathan Temple, suffered a massive cardiac arrest. He was rushed to the hospital from our home and at 8:35 Hubby and I were told that Nathan had passed away. BAM! Good day goes south, turns left instead of right, the path heads down instead of up.
Through out this week we have tried to wrap our heads around how such a young man died like this. BAM! We go through the motions of death certificate, burial plans, memorial service… BAM BAM BAM! Your gut feels like a miss mash of nothing recognizable; eating is impossible… Nothing has taste, everything you see has a confused meaning… It’s like you’re living with no arms, no legs, and no mind. (Did I make that decision? I can’t remember. Did I make that decision? I don’t know, so steps are retrace as one painful jab after another makes movement almost impossible.)
And yet, we DO go forward because we know that others are praying for us to be held up by God’s holy angels, by Christ Himself. We cry our