Randall Paul "Ree" Baughman

I so miss you my little brother. We were so very close when we were little.
It's so hard missing you that I often try to push away from giving into the desire to think about you because the grief is deep and I'm sometimes not able to handle it. Yet, every time I get ready for work, there in the driveway is your truck, and I'm reminded of my little brother. The pain rushes in and my heart feels the overwhelming rush of pain, grief and regret. Oh how I wish you were here.
I drive the truck as if it's a priceless antique, as if I'm trying to preserve your presence forever. But I know you are not. I have the reassurance that you are in the arms of Jesus and only He can calm the flames of loss that envelopes me every day.
I know that you know that Jesus is comforting you and that I pray for you much. I trust Jesus in His endless mercy and infinite compassion that we WILL see each other in heaven where we will be forever united as brothers for all eternity.
Imagine, we will be together again.
Being in the arms of Jesus, and given the understanding of this more than me, you are comforted of having the assurance that we will both finally be at peace.
You are a part of me. I am part of you. We have always been a part of each other. It is a bond that was created probably long before we were born. It is a bond created in the Heart of God himself, one that can never be separated. I truly believe this.
When I pray for you, I am comforted by the fact that I am not only doing this out of love and obedience to Jesus, but, only you and I know that you're counting on me to do so, and that you benefit much from my prayers. It's almost like I can't wait for All Souls day so that my prayers are most powerful and the Sacred Heart of Jesus is opened wide to receive these prayers so that He can comfort you as much as He desires to do so. I know that you may be in Heaven as I write these words, but I will pray for you until the end of my life here on earth.
I love you.