My Brother, William Edward Whitley, won his battle with Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma when he walked into the arms of his Savior, Jesus Christ. Father, as we are grieving with the lifting of Bill’s life up to you, let us feel Your two hands reach down to hug us in our sorrow and when You shine down, let us realize there’s love, hope and faith. Tears are the words our hearts can’t say, breaking inside, sometimes it feels better not to talk. At all. About anything. To anyone. My brother, my past. Bill’s big blue eyes. His loud laugh. He was the co-keeper of my childhood. The person who was supposed to walk with me longer than anyone else in this life. The biggest, bestest Bro’ in the world. I love you, my Big Brother (Bro’) in life and more importantly, in Heaven with Jesus, our Father. I will see you again! I pray that while he is walking today with you, Jesus, he’s holding Your hand, our hearts will sing from the love and joy that Your presence brings, we must walk with faith and not by sight… What Bill once knew by faith, he now knows by sight!!! I arise today Through the mighty strength… …of the Lord of creation. If a man runs with man, it is called a “Race” but if a man runs towards God is called as “Grace”.
I love you forever, my precious Brother… …Paul Whitley …It Is Well with My Soul.