I journal with a heavy heart today.
I found out, via a text message from my husband, that a precious friend of ours passed away this morning from a heart attack last night.
While I don’t know details yet, I know this…
Our friend John, was one of the kindest men I’ve ever met. He was, without a doubt, one of the most generous, tender-hearted, loving people we have ever had the honor of knowing.
And he’s gone.
Just like that.
I met John 4 years ago when my husband started working as a Security Officer at Sparrow Hospital. On one of our many cafeteria dates, John entered the scene. While I knew and enjoyed many of the wonderful men and women my hubby worked with, John made his mark on my heart like none other.
After a long day at work, my hubby would come home and share his exhausting day with me…and there would, inevitably, be mention of John’s name. John gave me this awesome pen today, with this little note. John bought me lunch today. John sends his love, honey. John and I really chatted about deep stuff today. John really encouraged my heart after that frustrating issue today.
John…John…John.
John was a delight to our hearts. As a wife, I smiled at the thought of John, knowing he had my husband’s back. He adored him. He loved on him. And because of his respect and appreciation for my hubby…he loved on me, and our kids as well.
With each child’s birth, he was there shortly afterwards…card and chocolates in hand.
He was rooting for Joe during those long 19 weeks at Police Academy, sending him encouraging text messages every week, apologizing profusely for the one week he forgot.
He supported us and prayed for us while we spent 5 long days in the PICU with our newborn son, checking in frequently to see whether we needed anything…a meal, a parking pass, a ride from the Ronald McDonald house. He then celebrated with us when Aiden was discharged from the PICU.
John was a coworker, yes…but above that…he had become a dear friend.
Sparrow Hospital will not be the same without him.
I wept when I got that text this morning, unable to fully grasp the idea that he’s gone.
So my heart is choosing to believe that He is dancing with Jesus right now, and at the same time it is heavy knowing he left a wife and two young children behind.
I don’t understand why he’s gone. Why him? Why our sweet J.G.G?
But, you know…God doesn’t ever call us to understand.
He calls us to trust.
He calls us to keep our eyes on HIM,
He asks us to be still and know that He is God.
So that is all I can do right now while grappling with this tremendous loss.
Good bye, precious friend. I’m thankful the Lord allowed our lives to intertwine for this short time…you were a joy!
Give Jesus a hug for me.
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