My oldest nephew was hit by a truck and killed a week ago.
He was 17.
6 people were given another chance at this life because of his donated organs.
There is so much to say but I can't speak or really think clearly enough to share all the flooding memories that are running through my heart and mind...and then I am scared that I don't have enough memories.
My oldest son and Justin were very close. Each time I see Ethan break down, I hold him and cry for the helplessness I feel. There is nothing more than prayer and begging God to make the pain stop right now.
Although it brings comfort that we know Justin is in Heaven (what a timely last post!), the heart God gave each of us is feeling a pain that is indescribable.
Tomorrow we lay Justin to rest. May he rest in God's peace.