This was a healthy kid, barely out of high school, who played football for several years. And just like that he's gone. He has a younger sister that thinks the world of him.
Nobody expects this! Parents don't prepare for the death of a child.
Why does this happen? Yesterday I was worried about my weight and about my future. Talk about a perspective change-- this could have been me. His birthday is in three days; as if this isn't going to be hard enough on his family.
I wish I were home to attend his funeral, but I will be in Missouri, unfortunately. If you are the praying type, I'd appreciate some prayers directed at his family. He was a Christian, and I am forever grateful for the people in his life that directed him to a decision that has made this news slightly easier to bear. He is in heaven; I have no doubt of that.
Nevertheless, this is going to be a rough time for my home church and the youth group that we "grew up" in.
So, with that in mind, cliche or not, I'm going to live. Life is fleeting. We know this. We hear this. But it's nights like tonight that it becomes painfully real.
2 Corinthians 4:16-15:8
16 That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day. 17 For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! 18 So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.