My husband lost a friend this past month.
A young man who I never got the chance to meet, but whose death I grieved greatly.
About a year ago, his family heard that word that stops even the strongest of men in their tracks.
But he was a warrior and he beat the cancer.
At the wake his father said that he gave so much of his heart away, that in the end he did not have enough for himself.
I hugged his mother and sister, not able to find words for comfort.
No words could bring him back.
I want them to know that even though I never met Jed, I loved him very much.
My husband sat and told me stories of them together as kids.
And I thought to myself, how amazing to have lived such a short life and to have affected so many.
How amazing to have gone through something so horrible, but to have brought such peace into the world.
What a legacy to leave behind.
To not curse the hand you’ve been dealt, but to play your cards righteously.
To fight with all you have.
To give so much of your heart away to others so as not to have any left for yourself.