This week my heart has been heavy with finding out about the loss of childhood friend. His name was Greg. Even at the age of 5 he was the kindest boy I knew. We grew up in church together and even now I remember his laugh. He was his mother's only child. She lived for him and for church. He was raised by his mother and his grandmother and all of three of them were the most sweet-spirited people.
Over the years as we grew up, Greg and I lost contact. We would still see each other around town now and then and say hello, but that was that.
In all honesty, other than a few "likes" on Facebook, I hadn't ever given him much thought. I remember reading a few posts that caught my attention. His mom had to have heart surgery, and he was now the sole supporter. I remember sitting there having such admiration and thinking about how he still was that sweet boy that I grew up with in Sunday School. What an amazing person, that in their 20's, would do all they could to support their family?
Unfortunately, Greg went to sleep this past Saturday night and never woke up. Autopsy reports came back that he had a massive blood clot to his heart, which took his life. His young, energetic, life.
Although it's not my place to ask why? I can't help it. Why would God take the life of this amazing guy? A boy whose family needs him more than ever. Why would God put this much grief on a mother whose heart is still healing from massive surgery? Why would God leave this family who already struggling with money any more in debt? These questions may never be answered. But I can't help them from lingering in my head. Such a sad story that we will never understand. I know God has a purpose, and a reason for everything... but things like this will never make sense.
Not only does the death of this amazing person bring me such sadness, it wears heavy on my heart and soul. I know from what is
now personal experience that no one knows the deepness of a mothers love. I can not even imagine was Mrs. Beckie is going through.
Over the past two days I have held Cayden, played with him, fed him, and watched him sleep. All the while thinking about that poor mother who has lost her only child, her son. I can't help the tears that well up thinking about it. I could not imagine my life without my little boy. I can't imagine living a day and him not being a part of it. My heart goes out to her on levels that I would have never understood in life B.C. (before Cayden).
So as I go to bed tonight I will once again pray for peace in her heart, and say thank you for the most amazing little boy in my life.
The past few days may have had a lingering cloud of sadness, but it hasn't stopped me from enjoying every minute with Cayden. We have had a full 2 days filled with swim lessons, shopping trips, trying new foods, visiting the sweetest addition to the Barsky Family, and playing with Logan, while I visited with Kelly and Sky. I love days like these past few. They feel a little care-free, but structured. I feel productive and yet relaxed. We will see if we can keep that a trend this week:) My favorite thing about both yesterday and today is Cayden's "cheese" face. The past few days we have discovered that when we shine a light on his face he thinks its a camera and now squats his little eyes and says "eeeeesssseeee"! It is THE cutest thing.
Hope everyone has had a good Tuesday and will have a better Wednesday! Please pray for the Gonzales family as funeral arrangements are made and they are left to pick up what pieces they have left.
Love always,
Whitney