His Name Was Robert
by Jean Benson
(Cumming, Ga. USA)
He was never a tall man but small, like David of the Bible, and he also slew a giant. The giant in his life was "alcoholism". We were so proud of him when he did that. He was a kind, gentle person and loved by all who knew him. My heart is laden with grief over his death by suicide. Not by what he did but by knowing the pain that he suffered before he died. It was greater than he could bear.
He came to accept Jesus' death as done for his souls' salvation and lived a Godly life. Because of diminished capacity, I know he is now with his Savior and that comforts me but I can't stop thinking of what he suffered in life.
In a dream, I believe, he told me, "I ended my suffering, mom, but I never meant it to be the beginning of yours". That's all! But oh, how it gave me the will to live out my life knowing we would see each other again.
May all who read this know that our children are only loaned to us for awhile but return to the Heavenly Father when He says, "Come home now child".
Goodnight sweet prince and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.