As terrible as it sounds, I had no idea today was that day. I've been thinking about our conversations, and the frailty of the lives we live, especially this past week more than ever, but I didn't realize it had already been a year. Oh yes, I've missed you so much it hurts to breathe, and every time I realize you're not there I want to cry, but the actual date...that escaped me.
12 months ago today, I had a awareness check that brought reality crashing down around me: my best guy friend and "big brother" died, leaving an array of friends and family in mourning. I remember going to his funeral and seeing the outrageous amounts of people that had gathered: hundreds came throughout the day, and let me tell you, while Peter may not have known all of them, there wasn't a single one who he hadn't touched with his testimony of Christ, loving each and everyone he met with an unconditional love.
If anything, in the eight years that I knew him, Peter tough me not to let prejudice, age, looks, anything get in the way of Christ's love. I remember the day we met, my 6th? 7th birthday? He could have easily looked down on me when I first met him:shy, awkward, and nearly ten years younger than him, but instead he saw a girl blessed by God, though more than a little unsure of herself. I'll never forget all those years you'd come over to our house every Sunday...swing dancing, "3 second tag" bake-fests, days when we were all so tired we just sat around and talked. Those will always be some of my favorite memories, especially or late night talks interspersed with runs to Kroger where we got our favorite sustenance to power such "deep" conversations :)
Know that you will be missed, but more than that, know that you have touched so many many lives, spreading the love of Christ with your loving heart and beautiful smile. Also...I think I saw a studly man hiding in your car so you better had watch out :)
12 months ago today, I had a awareness check that brought reality crashing down around me: my best guy friend and "big brother" died, leaving an array of friends and family in mourning. I remember going to his funeral and seeing the outrageous amounts of people that had gathered: hundreds came throughout the day, and let me tell you, while Peter may not have known all of them, there wasn't a single one who he hadn't touched with his testimony of Christ, loving each and everyone he met with an unconditional love.
If anything, in the eight years that I knew him, Peter tough me not to let prejudice, age, looks, anything get in the way of Christ's love. I remember the day we met, my 6th? 7th birthday? He could have easily looked down on me when I first met him:shy, awkward, and nearly ten years younger than him, but instead he saw a girl blessed by God, though more than a little unsure of herself. I'll never forget all those years you'd come over to our house every Sunday...swing dancing, "3 second tag" bake-fests, days when we were all so tired we just sat around and talked. Those will always be some of my favorite memories, especially or late night talks interspersed with runs to Kroger where we got our favorite sustenance to power such "deep" conversations :)
Know that you will be missed, but more than that, know that you have touched so many many lives, spreading the love of Christ with your loving heart and beautiful smile. Also...I think I saw a studly man hiding in your car so you better had watch out :)
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