At one point during my bike ride today, I started to feel like it was too hard - too much effort - just too much everything...and I reminded myself how great I would feel once I got home. I would get dry and warm, my muscles would relax and the effort of the ride would release hormones that would give me a bit of euphoria and I wondered that maybe that is what Michael felt this weekend.
As his entire body struggled to pull each difficult breath, maybe he was thinking how awesome it was going to feel to finally get home. Home to his Father. Home where his body could relax and he would be warm in heavenly embrace. Michael passed away yesterday, but I know the amazing fight he gave this weekend was for his family. He knew where he was going. Home.
You know how good it feels to come home after a long trip or even just overnight spent at the home of someone else - to our own stuff, our own space, our own people. Can you imagine what it must be like to finally arrive at our permanent home? I imagine it. I do. And I know Michael is home and living an extraordinary new life today.