Last week, my oldest friend’s mother died.
Kristen and I were the best of friends for years. I talk about her in my first book and she was with me for many memories in my second book. Her mama was dear to my heart. Mrs. Teresa was loud and funny. Our moms together were a force to be reckoned with. When together, they cackled so loudly that people would stare. Kristen and I would just shake our heads in embarrassment.
When I hugged Kristen’s dad at the funeral, he said to me, “You’re both too young. Too young not to have your mothers.”
That’s what it’s become, I guess. My parents are dead. My friend’s parents are dying. And we are moved right up to the head of the line.
“Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.” That’s what David Gilmour said.
But there’s still a while for us, isn’t it? Our friends aren’t dying yet. We attend funerals for the parents of friends. We’ve still got a ways to go before we reach the head of the line. We’ve still got so much life to live. We’ve got our own babies to raise. We haven’t watched our children receive diplomas. We haven’t cried as our daughters pick out wedding gowns. We haven’t relinquished our sons to women who will love them well.
We’ve still got so much life to live. Still a long way from the head of the line.
That’s the mindset I possessed until I received the text that an old friend from high-school passed away. Not a friend’s parent. But a friend.
My age.
Thirty-nine.
Heart attack.
Classmate. Father to two precious little boys. Full of life. He had a smile that was contagious. He was kind. Caring. That was Tyler. He was supposed to be a long way from the head of the line. He was supposed to be at the very back. He wasn’t supposed to leave his mama and daddy behind. They were supposed to go first. That’s the order of things.
My father died of a heart attack when he was in his early forties. I remember his friends being in utter shock. I remember the things they said to my mother as she wept over his casket.
“Gone too soon.”
“I just can’t believe this.”
Not Mrs. Teresa. Or Mama. Or Daddy. Or Tyler.
They’re more alive now than they ever were on this earth. They knew Jesus. Personally. In their hearts. They walked by faith, not sight.
I understand this all too well!!! But thankful that this is not the end for those of us in Christ!!! Love your writing Susannah!!!
Thank you for this and for the assurance of what we have to look forward to one day. Praying for his family and friends.