Today it got a little darker
Over my lunch break I got a call today from an old dance team member. A couple years ago I was a part of the dance team at a place called Shoreline Christian Center. I haven't danced with them in ages, and I haven't been attending church there for a number of years now. So I'm out of the loop on Shoreline news.
The call today was to let me know that one of the Pastor's children had died. Yes, died. One of their sons died last night in a car accident. He was seventeen. I knew his siblings better than I knew him, but I do know that his dad spoke of him often. I imagine their bond was a close one.
I can't begin to imagine how the family's coping. How do you survive a blow like that? Suddenly a son and brother is just gone, gone before their life was really even begun. Poof! Speaking as one who isn't a parent I can only guess that grief like that is crippling. Considering they're also the senior pastors of a 5,000+ strong church, I can't imagine what they would say to the congregation. Every condolence sounds hollow, every spiritual reassurance sounds trite and meaningless compared to the loss of a child.
May God be with you now Koke family, and may he comfort you as only he can right now.
We keep getting reminded how fragile life is, how fleeting it is. Just there, and then suddenly gone. It feels like a violation to have one so young vanish like that. It's not fair, it's not right, it's not so many things. And in the loud empty silence that follows, as the truth of a young persons passing sinks in, there are simply no words. Just the crushing grief at the indecency of death and the unfairness of the of it all. Today, the world became just a little bit darker.
"Childhood is not from birth to a certain age, and at a certain age the child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies." - Edna St. Vincent Millay
The call today was to let me know that one of the Pastor's children had died. Yes, died. One of their sons died last night in a car accident. He was seventeen. I knew his siblings better than I knew him, but I do know that his dad spoke of him often. I imagine their bond was a close one.
I can't begin to imagine how the family's coping. How do you survive a blow like that? Suddenly a son and brother is just gone, gone before their life was really even begun. Poof! Speaking as one who isn't a parent I can only guess that grief like that is crippling. Considering they're also the senior pastors of a 5,000+ strong church, I can't imagine what they would say to the congregation. Every condolence sounds hollow, every spiritual reassurance sounds trite and meaningless compared to the loss of a child.
May God be with you now Koke family, and may he comfort you as only he can right now.
We keep getting reminded how fragile life is, how fleeting it is. Just there, and then suddenly gone. It feels like a violation to have one so young vanish like that. It's not fair, it's not right, it's not so many things. And in the loud empty silence that follows, as the truth of a young persons passing sinks in, there are simply no words. Just the crushing grief at the indecency of death and the unfairness of the of it all. Today, the world became just a little bit darker.
"Childhood is not from birth to a certain age, and at a certain age the child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies." - Edna St. Vincent Millay