Occasionally a time of mourning enters our lives, sometimes stealing in almost silently, sometimes brashly breaking down the door to our well-constructed sense of security. Neither path reflects nor distorts the fact that God loves us. But tragedy and mourning are both part of the ebb and flow or "rhythm of life." (Ecclesiastes 3:1,4 There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven... A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance.)
Ernest Enix Jr., my very close friend, died this afternoon. I can not paint for you a picture of the emotions that is sweeping through my body as I think of the lost of my dear friend. I thought I would have more time to talk, play, sing, chill, kidd around with, tease, love, but I don't. He was one person that I did not have to wear a "mask" in our relationship. He knew the real WSP, good bad and ugly, yet accepted and loved me. I will miss him terribly.
Photo taken 12 months ago of him with his loving family, who are now cherishing his memory: wife -Debbie, daughter -Laurel, and son -Matthan.
Lord, through our veil of tears, help us to view Your rescuing hand, that we might reach out to grasp You more firmly.
Rest in Peace EE.
Your friend,
W I L L I E
