A Jon Post

Well… we’re leaving Arizona on Monday. Here come the last times I’ll do some things… at least for the next 2-3 years. That gets hard some times.

Last time I see my brother Joseph. What a man he is. He got married on Sunday to a fantastic girl that he will love wildly for the rest of his life. What a man he is. I hugged him and cried as I let him go. He’s on his honeymoon now and I won’t see him before we go.

Last time I get together with all my brothers. This group of LionMen. This band of warriors. These poets of love, deed and their Christ. I love these men.

Last time I sit with my sister and dream of futures and of life. What an angel. Always taking the next step in love. Always encouraging, always such a model of the hand and love of Christ. What a missionary. What incredible love.

Last time I hug my mother. My mother… who loved… loves me for 27 years and beyond. Never wavering. I’ve never seen disappointment in her eyes. Always pride in her son. Always love. What a woman.

Last time I sit and listen to the wisdom of my father. Maybe… someday… I’ll be like that man. I can dream… I can dream.

Last time I see dear friends.  Last time I can sit and glean from all these wise men and women around me. All these shoulders that we stand on as Layne and I go boldly into the unknown. We don’t have to fear it. We go with you.

A week of lasts. What precious memories.