I’m having difficulty putting my thoughts into words.
This weekend, we traveled to Michigan to grieve with our family and friends over the death of a good man.
A good man who died too soon – far too soon.
And it sucked.
It really sucked.
I watched a beautiful, strong, faithful young woman saying goodbye to her husband – the father of her children.
I watched two of my dearest friends saying goodbye to their brother.
I watched two parents – who have been like parents to me in different seasons of my life – saying goodbye to their son.
I watched a group of grown men saying goodbye to their best friend.
I watched a church saying goodbye to one of their strongest leaders.
And it sucked.
Because of this event, I have found myself holding my husband a little tighter and kissing my daughter a little more often over the past few days.
And it is disheartening to me to know that it takes devastation such as this to make us stop and truly appreciate the ones we hold dearest in our lives.
But, sometimes it does. Life is busy. Life whizzes by and we forget what’s important. And we shouldn’t. We really shouldn’t.
Because life can change in the blink of an eye. It can change in ways that just are not good or fair or right.
So, now, I beg of you – fall on your knees before our Father and storm the gates of heaven with prayers for Vee, her two small children, and her precious unborn baby, and for Jeremy’s parents, sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, friends, and everyone else whose lives have so suddenly changed in a way that is not good or fair or right. Everyone who now has to go forward and somehow try to figure how to make sense of life without him.
And, then, when you are done that, go to the ones you love and hold them a little tighter.