The last time I saw him it was Thanksgiving and he was 33 years old. He was full of life and his usual humor. I stuffed him full of Thanksgiving foods, laughed at his jokes, hugged him goodbye and sent him off to his home, 1500 miles away.
Today, he would have celebrated his 42 birthday. Each year, to commemorate the place he holds in our hearts, we plan a family dinner ... some food that he loved to cook and eat. And at our dinner tables in multiple states, we celebrate Grey. This year? Shrimp.
Oh, how we miss him.
Be still and know that I am God... Psalm 46:10
