About six or seven of us were sitting at a round table enjoying one of those Sunday dinners that Southern Baptists are famous for. He was sharing a bit from his past history as we all were – a get better acquainted session. He told a story and shared a poem, which I asked him to share with my blogging and Facebook friends. So here is his story and poem.
Oneta, I wrote this poem after receiving news of my cousin’s son. He was the same age as my son. He had overdosed on prescription medication. It was absolutely horrific news.
I was distraught, crying uncontrollably, grieved and heartbroken. I could only imagine the pain my cousin and his wife must have felt. It kept going through my mind that this could have been my son.
As I struggled with the reality of what had happened, I found it impossible to compose myself. It was through this overwhelming sorrow I wrote this poem. It was in our Savior that I found the relief and comfort I was looking for.
“A PARENTS PAIN”
I have an aching heart, will it ever mend
There is a time and place in life, that it has to end
This I have to say to all, how it’s so unfair
That a parent watch a child’s life, vanish in thin air
I pen this poem through teary eyes and over whelmed with grief
And through it all I must believe, that Christ is my relief
BY: Bill Froh 10/28/10
Sweet aroma 
This is heart breaking. But it’s comforting that he has found relief in Christ.
Christ promised to send a Comforter, his Spirit on earth, the blessed Holy Ghost.
And that’s the best part of it 🥰🥰🥰
Thank you for sharing this. J.
It is a reminder of who can do the job that no man can do. For one thing, he gives hope that we can meet again, at least to the Christ followers.
Oneta, I don’t know what people do who don’t have Jesus … 😦
So true. Where can hope be found except in Christ Jesus?
In our sorrow we see God. Christ is our relief!
A close friend in Virginia lost her youngest daughter to overdose last year..she was 24. If it wasn’t for Lisa’s (my friend) faith, I don’t think she would have gotten through this chapter in her life.
That would be so hard. Sounds like Lisa kept herself on the foundation of Jesus Christ. I am sure she will have to continue receiving comfort from him. Sounds like a pain that has no end, just comfort along the way. Blessings on you and your friend.
Unfortunately, I have heard too many stories like this lately. May your friend continue to find peace and comfort and may the lost boy’s memory be a blessing.
Thank you for the comment. Too many sad endings.