Rest in Peace Wilbert

Yesterday, was one of those days. Late in the afternoon we were all peeking out our second storey window. More and more police cars stopped by my neighbors house. Two of them were supervisors vehicles. The Fire department was the first to show up, then an ambulance. Two days prior, a sweet neighbor next door asked for a ride to the sky train station, his name; Wilbert. I'm not sure if this is the spelling of it or not, but he has been a constant in our neighborhood since we moved here now over 10 years ago. A very skinny, gentle, sweet, kind man, who would on occasion accept a pear from my backyard fence area. He was a native, a smoker, a lover of his landlord's dogs.(Those dogs will miss him incredibly). He was the reason for all these vehicles on our street. The fire truck left first, then the ambulance, then some of the police cars with the remainder of one. In time, the coroner showed up. I recognized her from a distance as the lady who spoke at our suicide town-hall meetings over a year ago. Slender, heels, long dark hair. My girls pretended to be busy with their cars outside, as they watched the procession of activity. They were very much in trance, reminded of the stretcher, the blanket, the supervisor of police cars, when their own sister met her fate at the banks of the Fraser River one August. Then a white van came with the two men, who would carry Wilbert's body out of his rental. I've never known a man more gentle. The neighbor told me that he has been telling everyone how much he loved them. Already this past Monday, when I spoke with him, he wished he had asked for a ride earlier, as he needed to get to New Westminister to get his GST cheque, so because I had just arrived home, my husband gave him a ride to the sky train, after his shift. Wow!! I am glad I had a chance to tell Him about Jesus, and if I recall, we read the bible together. The most important thing that I appreciated Wilbert for was when he practically threw himself in front of a vehicle that brought Deborah home drunk one night. That was a hard night, we had. He did not allow Deborah to go out with them again. He advised us on how we can help our daughter.  May The Lord receive Wilburn, into His loving arms, where only there, will he be comforted. Rest in Peace Dear Wilbert. Ressurection Day is Coming, just around the corner.