Ten days ago one of our best friends, Andrew, lost his dad, Bryan Morgan. This incredible man was also my dad’s best friend. We have been heavy-hearted and grieving this great loss.
I don’t really know what I want to say.
I do know I have not been the same since July 4th when we got a call from Emily. I have never lived out “Carry each other’s burdens” in such a real way. I hurt for them. I want to take some of the enormous pain to make their load less. I know there is a hole in their lives that is not replaceable.
I wish I had known Bryan better. His memorial service was one of the most beautiful testimonies of a life lived well that I have ever seen. I am forever changed by this man.
I don’t really know how life is supposed to move on. I can’t imagine the feelings and emotions for those who were so close to Bryan and how they are missing him now. I know for me, I feel like things are not right in my little world. How does life keep on going? How do you go back to routines?
I know I had trouble tweeting again. laughing. driving. running. and even blogging.
I hurt for my friends. I hurt for my dad. I hurt for Bryan’s family. If I hurt so much-I can not imagine their pain.
I know the depth of such a loss must hit and feel like thick hot air slapping you in the face and extracting all your energy. I want to be there. I pray that I can be the hands and feet of Christ loving on these people.
Use me Lord to encourage, to love, to listen, to serve, and to never forget.