It is time to heal.

We have experienced great loss and devastating grief.

The stories of our friends, relatives, and loved ones and their sudden, surprised absence is an unbearable pain, an incomparable emptiness.

It is time to reflect, and to consider the lives of those we have left behind, who walk beside us unseen, still taking our hand in theirs as we move forward, slowly but surely. The sun is rising, warming the earth; we are awakening to the Light and to the promise of Life.

It is time to heal.

Joshua was my Brother; he was also my Friend. These are the stories I wrote for him after his death; these are the stories of my life without his presence, moving through the devastating pain of his loss, of the unbearable, screaming nightmare that was my path through the valley of the shadow of death.

These are not ghost stories, but there are ghosts within them.

These are the stories of my faith, and my hope in God and in prayer, in searching always for answers and meaning. The journey of faith is a difficult one, travelling many roads under many stars.

We do not always comprehend the world around us or the adventure before us, but in faith we go forward, armed with God and armed with hope.

It is time to heal.