I have been so inundated with covering stories regarding the educational climate in Philadelphia, sending off audition submissions, making arrangements for a voice over demo, preparing for a mini show, going through an arduous application process for my daughter's educational future, and assisting same daughter in pulling together her book that I have literally let life become rote and exhausting. In the midst of all of this, a dear friend passed away suddenly leaving a beautiful wife and two daughters. The love that continues to be expressed after his funeral yesterday (that I could not attend because of life in Philly) lifts my spirits. My heart is saddened by such a spirit missing from this physical plane. We did not see each other often but when we did he always had a smile, a jovial laugh, a love for music and for God whenever we spoke. He spoke about his wife as if they were still newlyweds despite the 23 years celebrated a few months ago.
Rodney Smith you are missed. I miss you and I am sad that I will never hear your voice or never hear you play the drums again. I am glad that when I saw you, I always told you how awesome you were so that I am not sitting here thinking of all of the things I should have and could have said if only there was more time.
So many things occurred this week, I definitely felt God's hand and his weight directly on my spirit constantly. He brought joyful and sad news in the same 7 days. And somehow, my heaviness continues for his family left behind. But my joy is there in the memories that he left for them, his friends and colleagues, and parishioners. Some of us only had him for a short time, but what a time it was. I have been listening to James Brown and Route 66 since I received the news and I can hear Rodney playing in heaven with the angels sharing a cigar.
This is my testimony and this is how I mourn. Because just like death happens, life happens too.
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