Eighteen Months...

William “BJ” McCormick Jr.

Eighteen months

1 year, 6 months

78 weeks, 1 day

547 days

That’s how long you’ve been gone.

It’s numbing and mind boggling to type these statistics. Every day since you’ve been gone means something to me. It means we have lived one more day without you on earth and we are one day closer to being with you again. I close my eyes and I can vividly see you, I can hear your voice, and I feel your presence with me. It seems like yesterday that you were sitting in my living room and yet it seems like forever since I hugged you. I miss you so much. I count the days, weeks, months, and now years since you’ve been gone. I can’t help it. My heart aches to have you with us again and at the very same time I rejoice to know you received God’s grace. I smile to know you were set free.

As I was driving yesterday I heard a song I have heard a hundred times, (Come to the Table, by Sidewalk Prophets) but this time it was different. I could imagine you coming to the table, sitting with the sinners, sitting next to the Savior, and being set free.

“Come to the table
Come join the sinners who have been redeemed
Take your place beside the Savior
Sit down and be set free”

Eighteen months ago you died. Eighteen months ago you were saved. Eighteen months ago I lost you. Eighteen months ago I began my journey. Eighteen months ago I wept. Today I still weep, but I am stronger and my faith is deeper. Eighteen months…seems like an eternity and a blink of an eye. I miss you every day, son, but I’m so happy that your soul was set free.