Just a few moments ago Jeff called me with some terrible news. Our church's former custodian (he just left probably 6 months ago) hung himself either late last night or this morning. His mother, Jean, worked in our nursery for years and just lost her daughter (I think to cancer) less than 3 months ago. Unfortunately, she is the one who found her son this morning. :-( I'm so heartbroken over this. Gary has children who are not yet grown (I believe they are teenagers) and I'm sure they are hurting so much right now. I'm devastated for Jean who is an amazing, wonderful, christian woman. She loved her children so much and to lose two of them in such a short amount of time... well, I can't even imagine. I'm also aching for my husband. He had a HUGE heart for Gary. He seemed to be one of the few people who really, truly cared for him and wanted to befriend him and help him out. Jeff became a deacon at our church just a couple months ago and immediately took on visiting Jean (who is now a shut in and unable to physcially come to church anymore due to some health concerns of her own) specifically for the reason to be able to visit with Gary also. He was just there only a couple weeks ago visiting them. He came home so motivated to find a way to get Gary out of the house as he could tell that he was dealing with some serious depression issues. I know that Jeff is feeling so horrible because he didn't do more in the weeks that followed that visit. I just feel so bad for him.
Anyway, hearing this devastating news has made me think and treasure what I have. As I tucked Cooper into his bed just moments ago I lingered for a few more minutes over his little head and prayed for him. I just imagined Jean doing the same exact thing over Gary when he was just a tiny little 3 year old. Because I know she did. And it just makes a person think and wonder and ponder the future....
...and it makes you pray even harder and cherish every moment a little bit more.