Brouwer’s obituary/2016

I wrote to Brouwer in 2014, a year after my father died. But he never wrote me back. I knew if he was able to he would have gotten in touch with me.

A year and a half passed, and I tried to look him up on-line. What came up was his obituary. James Martin Brouwer died on June 24, 2015 at the age of 83 and was cremated.

I never knew what he died of, if he was in pain, or if he died suddenly. Those details I was not privy to.

The little world we shared was truly over.

I don’t have a grave to leave flowers on. Maybe his ashes were spread over the Pacific Ocean. It was all moot now. The chapter, to that time of my life, was turned like a lot of old pages in a book.

Brouwer is gone. It’s okay that I don’t miss him, and I didn’t cry those same tears I did when I was 24. Those tears were naïve and in love. These tears were cleansed through the Blood of Jesus Christ.

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I don’t think about Brouwer anymore, even though he once was a very important person in my life. I don’t know if he went to heaven or hell, but I preached the Gospel of Jesus Christ to him. I think none of us think about where we will spend eternity until it too late.