Uncle John, Eulogy

I’m not up here to tell a story. I am up here because my uncle deserves to be remembered for his kind soul.

If you stare long enough at a tombstone, it becomes clear that all that remains of a person is their soul, their spirit. That’s the only thing that really matters in this life. My uncle had a kind soul. A gentle soul. He was a simple spirit who, like so many of us, just couldn’t find peace for his suffering in this world. But I also know that Christ is close to the brokenhearted. I know from experience that he walks with us in the depths of our suffering and valleys of our pain. I know my…