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Thank you, dear social media family, for all the love you’ve shown us since the passing of our beloved son, father, brother, grandson, nephew, uncle, cousin, and friend, Rev. Randal D. Thompson. Words cannot convey the depth of our gratitude for your many acts of kindness, including your posts, calls, visits, cards, monetary expressions, donations to the Memphis and Shelby County Humane Society, delicious food, and of course your presence at his homegoing celebration. You were and are a source of strength for us. Thanks again and again

I Can’t Hear the Music

I want to be strong for I have no doubt

that my child is home, no longer tossed about, but safe in our Father’s care.

No longer in pain, his feet now trod down the golden path that leads to God.

But may I bleed on you for a while?

Because this long and empty mile

of sorrow and sadness seems never-ending

and I still hurt in the hollow hole where God is attending and is gently suturing every place with His touch of Divine mending.

Right now, the blood from that broken place needs somewhere to pool and await God’s grace, which is here now and will come all the more at God’s own perfect pace.

But, in this“mean” time, Christian friend of mine,

may I bleed on you for a while? Can I trust you to walk with me without questioning the authenticity

of my God-designed Christian profile?

I know what you know.

But in this moment of transparency, I’m feeling what I’m feeling.

And the loss of blood from my broken heart is making me weak, and I’m still reeling

from the deafening sound of his silenced music and powerful sermons un-preached.

So if I could bleed on you, for just a little while,

I will be able to walk before them, wearing a hopeful smile; appearing strong for the rest of the world until I feel what I know:

that this moment of weakness is temporary;

that Jesus bled and died to staunch my flow;

and that His Father endured the very same pain, so that I, and all who believe in Him,

will hear his sweet music again.