He was killed in a cycling accident.
I have thought of my friend (the wife) all week. I have poured out prayers for her and her three kids as they try to wade through their immense sorrow. I have been on the verge of tears all week wondering what in the world I would do if I were in her shoes.
And aching for how she must be doing in her own shoes.
We attended the funeral on Saturday.
The huge, packed room filled with the thickness of love as she and her three children shared memories of the man they lost and loved so deeply. They made us laugh and they made us cry. They were strong with their knowledge that they will get so see him again some day…that they are a forever family. How grateful I am to know that families can be together forever.
They made us realize more deeply the goodness of leading a good life. One with few regrets. Keeping an eye on the “big picture” of putting family first, and loving and serving God. It made me want to be better, do better, serve better, reach higher.
I loved something my friend said in the funeral: it’s too bad that sometimes it takes something this sorrowful to cause true growth in faith and closeness to the Savior. But there’s something about a tragedy that puts you so deep in sorrow that all you can do is depend on your God to carry you through. I’ve felt tiny fractions of what she was talking about. I know many of us have our secret sorrows. Although they may be heart-wrenching, that immense sorrow causes so much growth.
The man who closed the meeting challenged us to put the promptings we had felt in the meeting to work. To let the example of this man’s great life work to make our own lives that much better.
How grateful I am for this family’s example of strength.
I’m sure to them there will be days where it doesn’t seem that life should be continuing on around them as they ache for that man they will miss so much. How I pray for them that they can continue to rely on help from above to help them through this next rough stage. And that they can feel the love and prayers being poured out by so many to buoy them up.