David
It's been about 7 months since I heard the haunting words over the phone: "David's dead." Since I weakly handed the phone over to that friend, hoping she would pass it on to my mom because how could I face her with my heart breaking and no words to say? How could I tell her those words that I had hoped and wished would not be true? And how could he say that to me, just like that--He's dead, as if he were saying "He's here." Crumpling to the ground I heard the wailing and I just faintly hoped it were all a sick joke or there was some big mistake. How could that lively and healthy boy be really gone? How could he fall, that nimble athlete, stronger and faster than anyone I knew? From such a height, no one could survive. But he did fall, and he died, and now he's living in glory unspeakable. Some days I'm able to focus on the glory he's experiencing, and some days I'm overcome with the loss. The aching absence of someone who brou...