I got bad news today.
Death always takes me by surprise. Why does God take away fathers of young children, or best friends of hurting teenagers? I know, I know, He does it to make us stronger. I had no idea he was even sick, when my mom told me my mind raced to the few memories I had of this man. I remembered his huge smile, his kind words, and that one time when he put his hand on my shoulder at Becca’s memorial service and with pain in his voice told me how sorry he was. I don’t have many memories, but the few I do have are good, precious now. I remember his sweet son Jun who I lead in AWANA, what is Jun, 8 years old now? I can’t even begin to feel that young boys pain.
Oddly unrelated, and yet similar in many ways this brings back the summer of 08. The summer when Becca died. Stories of Cancer always bring back memories of her. Memories of growing up together, but more so, memories of her last week alive. I’m in that room again, that hallow, empty room. I’m trying my hardest not to run and cry every time I look at her laying in that bed, struggling for every breath, every word, every thought. I wanted to be strong for her, strong for me, but that dry feeling in the back of my throat and eyes had a relentless hold on me. I remember every word she said to me. I remember saying goodbye as I emptied my eyes of any moisture. I know what it feels like to lose a loved one.
My heart goes out to the Lee family tonight.