My husband just left here, wearing his black suit, and a very distinct sadness upon his face. He bought that suit to wear as he celebrated the marriage of his little sister…now he dons it once again for a much grimmer occasion. As a Christian, I know that one’s homegoing is really supposed to be a glorious event, however, as a human being I am so sad… particularly for this young man’s mother.
He and his brother played for my husband’s football team, the Portland Raiders. Tony (my husband), who’s own brothers are much younger than him, really seemed to respect and appreciate the closeness he witnessed between these two young brothers. He recently talked to Jamell and was so excited in support for this young man, who just lost eighty-five pounds in anticipation of the upcoming season. Although Tony’s sadness is obviously for an entire family…ALL of whom have sustained a great loss, he’s mainly concerned about the surviving half of this whole, this duo, this team of two brothers he had the honor of witnessing last season.
RIP Jamell…I hope the peace of our Father has enveloped you, making your homecoming more glorious than any mere human could imagine. So much more than that, however, I lift your family up to our Heavenly Father, I pray that pain is replaced with peace, I pray that sweet memories are held cherished forever, I pray that smiles soon replace tears as thoughts of you come to mind, I pray that a miraculous, supernatural healing take place in the hearts of all who love you…In Jesus’ name, Amen.
