One year ago today, my friend Scott was breathing his last breaths. He died shortly after midnight on May 9, 2007. It doesn’t really seem possible that he died – it seems a dream that he lost his battle with brain cancer, that the hope and faith he fought with, the trust he had, weren’t enough to save him, to change the plans of the God he trusted to deeply. And yet sometimes it seems like years since he lived, or like a dream that he ever lived at all.
One conversation his wife has had often is that of “I am sure Scott wanted you to be happy,” and the conversation along those lines. But the thing is – they never had those discussions. They never discussed the “what ifs” of not surviving cancer, because in their minds, cancer was beatable. He was so close, and he slipped away from us.
Tomorrow, however, we celebrate, because we grieve with hope – hope that Scott is exactly where he wants to be, resting whole and complete at the feet of his Jesus.
The day after he died, someone asked his (then) six-year-old son what he thought Daddy was doing on his first morning in Heaven. They decided he was playing golf. So here’s hoping that Scott’s getting in a birthday party round of golf today.
We miss you, but we’re so thankful you’re well. Soar on, friend.