Megan is one of my sister's greatest friends.
Yesterday Megan got the news that her brother had died in a tragic car accident. He was only 26 years old and he and Megan were only a year apart.
I didn't know him. But what I know of him is this:
Jason loved life. He loved it every minute of every day. He lived it fully.
And he loved people. He and Megan were close.
He was a son, a brother, a step-brother, an uncle, a cousin, a nephew, a grandchild, a friend.
And that's really all I need to know in order for my own heart to be literally breaking for our friend. To know that her life has changed forever in a single instant is horrifying for me to imagine. My sister has the deepest love for her and was with her yesterday. I can see the pain all over Jeni's face. She is heartbroken to know Megan is heartbroken.
I felt such true empathy yesterday.
A sharp, drastic reminder that life is fleeting and precious. I felt physically sick at the news of this young life ending so early. I felt this gut wrenching need to comfort and yet, there really is none.
I was reminded how powerful the ties of love and friendship can be.
In a time of such desperation, all that matters is feeling the touch of someone who loves you deeply holding your hand. Wrapping yourself in the grief of another and allowing your heart to feel their burden; their despair-it's a circle that is intricate and necessary.
I am so proud of my sister but my heart is tired for hers. She is so emotionally strong in situations like this and will umbrella whoever is around her with courage. She will absolutely give all of herself and I am incredibly thankful that she is mine.
She is quite literally a rock star.
I know God made her for such a time as this. Megan is so lucky to have her.
I looked at Nora and Braden today and when they began fighting, I gently told them of Megan and her brother who went to Heaven. I encouraged them to love one another and to not fight.
"He is the only brother you will ever have," I told my girl.
And when her big blue eyes met mine I let my tears fall as my hands trembled.
They are wrapped in a quilt together now. I hope they understand and never forget...
Megan, Cyndi and family-
We love you. There are no words that can take away your pain but my prayer is that you feel the genuine love of the people around you during this time and that it uplifts you. I pray that you feel the hand of our God holding yours, as He promises to never let go. Please know that this home is always open; it is a safe place to fall and you are welcome. Please know that we are here for you.
I would be so thankful if you would take the time to pray for Megan and her family in the days and weeks to come.