Sunday, November 24, 2013
Kevin was my upstairs neighbor for almost 3yrs. I could hear his footsteps on the ceiling whenever he walked. The week before he died Kevin became more quiet than usual. Usually, whenever I came home from work I would look-up & see his shadeless, plant-covered window where his lights would be on or dimmed, but the week before he died his window from outside was dark, no lights on, nor did I hear his footsteps on the ceiling anymore. Though I didn't know Kevin very well, I knew him as my neighbor. He was mature, good-looking, good-mannered, respectful, decent,orderly, helpful, sharing, knowledgeable, a nature-lover, quiet, a friendly neighbor,loved,and missed. In my meditation with God, I believe Kevin would often hear me reading, singing, dancing, or praying. I didn't mind. I wanted to share the Lord with him. I wanted him to know the God of Love and the Lord Jesus Christ who he is with today.
