On August 28th I lost my Dad. He suffered a heart attack while riding his bike on a trail he loved. He was the kindest and best man I have ever known. Words cannot express how much I love and miss him.
Two weeks ago was my Dad’s memorial service, and I had the joy and burden of preaching his service… you can listen to or download the Audio Here.
While back in Colorado Springs, I was able to visit the creekside where my Dad died; once with my family and again later by myself. Standing in the water, hearing the flow, and seeing that place was an experience I will never forget. I have done a lot of thinking, praying, and processing over the last few weeks, and I wanted to share with you this poem that is a result of that processing. I pray that it helps you as you reflect on life and death, grief and glory.
Adventures of the Bostroms 