Disorganized Thoughts on My Friend + the Messiness of Grieving
My friend died yesterday.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, without warning. Here one minute, and like a vapor, gone next next.
He meant the world to me. He was my first partner in ministry, nearly 14-ish years ago, and a perfect one at that. I was very green in my faith then, and all my edges were rough. Every single one of them. He loved me right there, in all his grace, dignity, genuineness, and faith. I loved him like a father, and in many ways, I saw him as one. Our Sundays together teaching Kids’ Church was exciting, hilarious, creative, and exhausting, and almost always bookmarked by his gentle challenging and guiding of me. He was a role model, counselor, mentor, and friend.
I woke up yesterday morning late, feeling refreshed and hopeful after sleeping in. It didn’t last long.
“Did you see my email? Gerald died.”