Even though we knew it was coming, I didn't know how I was going to tell people. How can you say the words he's gone. He died. He's dead. It is over. Who do we tell? And how do we tell it? I sat next to his bed and held his hand and told him over and over how much I loved him. And now I have to tell the world that he is gone. That he doesn't any longer exist. Justin was with me...thank God...so I wouldn't have to tell him. But there were so many to tell. The kids were away at camp. How do we tell them. Papa is gone. Papa has left us. Papa is with Jesus now. Papa died. I struggled with the words. What to say. In the end it wasn't me who told them. When their Aunt walked into the camp, they knew. They knew what she had come to tell. It wasn't unexpected. There wasn't anything to tell. When I called my big brother, there was nothing to tell. We usually text each other. The fact that his phone rang is all that he needed. That was my way of telling him. Telling people that someone they love has died is one of the hardest messages you will ever have to tell. Even when you think you are ready. Even when you believe the person is in a better place. When you believe they are wrapped in the arms of the Lord. It is still hard to tell. I don't want to tell anymore....