“It’s okay, Dad. Go be with Mom. We’ll be alright.”
And so he did.
Psalm 23 (The Message translation)
God, my shepherd! I don’t need a thing.
You have bedded me down in lush meadows,
you find me quiet pools to drink from.
True to your word, you let me catch my breath
and send me in the right direction.
Even when the way goes through Death Valley,
I’m not afraid when you walk at my side.
Your trusty shepherd’s crook makes me feel secure.
You serve me a six-course dinner right in front of my enemies.
You revive my drooping head; my cup brims with blessing.
Your beauty and love chase after me every day of my life.
I’m back home in the house of God for the rest of my life.
I am grateful that Max is back home in the arms of Jesus, experiencing THE choir of all choirs, walking the streets of gold with his sweet June, and he’s going to enjoy the best meal ever. No more hotdogs and canned peaches for you, dear Max, but all the ice cream you could ever want.