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Justin Dakota Wright
What this loss feels like:
A punch in the gut, the kind that takes the wind out of you. A sate of confusion and disbelief. Moments of panic, and then complete dread. A whole day of avoiding conversations, and eye contact for fear of breaking down. Two sleepless nights and counting. A broken heart and a new reality.
What I took for granted:
That this could ever happen. The life of someone I love. Keepsakes and memories, I could have cherished forever. The smile and charm of a young man who had more potential then he ever knew.
Things I now regret:
Not seeing you the last time you visited. Having a relationship that was focused on the surface and avoided the deeper things. Knowing nothing of your personal life for the last year. Every unused opportunity to tell you I love you.
What I now know:
That it was no accident that I thumbed through old photos of you just weeks ago. That when I swept my floor the Friday before reunion and a ripped dollar bill caught my eye, it was the Lord speaking to me to pick it up.
What I wish:
That this never happened. That I could see you one more time on this side of eternity. That when I saw that silly torn up 4th of a dollar bill, that you gave me 4 years ago, on the floor, I would have taken the time to pick it up, instead of sweeping it into the trash... I wish that you could have heard all the things that have been said about you these past few days, that you could read all the posts, and that you could join us while we fish, bowl, play basketball and disc golf in memory of you.
What I hold to:
Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints. Psalm 116:15 and
God is our refuge and our strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea. Psalm 46:1...
The earth was removed from a lot of peoples lives early Sunday morning. Just like a rug being ripped from under our feet, the security of how life is supposed to go was shattered and you were gone. It doesn't feel right, like you were taken too early. It feels like your story left us all hanging, what should have been 80+ years of a novel ended at only 19.... But your story will never be over, you live today and will forever. I will see you again, and you are in a better place then we who still pilgrim here. We will never forget you, and there is no way of knowing who all will benefit from the legacy you left behind. You were cooler than any human ever had the right to be and you made it look easy. A perfect mixture of talent, charisma, kindness, and humor; you captivated every room I saw you walk in and the lives of countless people. I love you D.
A punch in the gut, the kind that takes the wind out of you. A sate of confusion and disbelief. Moments of panic, and then complete dread. A whole day of avoiding conversations, and eye contact for fear of breaking down. Two sleepless nights and counting. A broken heart and a new reality.
What I took for granted:
That this could ever happen. The life of someone I love. Keepsakes and memories, I could have cherished forever. The smile and charm of a young man who had more potential then he ever knew.
Things I now regret:
Not seeing you the last time you visited. Having a relationship that was focused on the surface and avoided the deeper things. Knowing nothing of your personal life for the last year. Every unused opportunity to tell you I love you.
What I now know:
That it was no accident that I thumbed through old photos of you just weeks ago. That when I swept my floor the Friday before reunion and a ripped dollar bill caught my eye, it was the Lord speaking to me to pick it up.
What I wish:
That this never happened. That I could see you one more time on this side of eternity. That when I saw that silly torn up 4th of a dollar bill, that you gave me 4 years ago, on the floor, I would have taken the time to pick it up, instead of sweeping it into the trash... I wish that you could have heard all the things that have been said about you these past few days, that you could read all the posts, and that you could join us while we fish, bowl, play basketball and disc golf in memory of you.
What I hold to:
Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints. Psalm 116:15 and
God is our refuge and our strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea. Psalm 46:1...
The earth was removed from a lot of peoples lives early Sunday morning. Just like a rug being ripped from under our feet, the security of how life is supposed to go was shattered and you were gone. It doesn't feel right, like you were taken too early. It feels like your story left us all hanging, what should have been 80+ years of a novel ended at only 19.... But your story will never be over, you live today and will forever. I will see you again, and you are in a better place then we who still pilgrim here. We will never forget you, and there is no way of knowing who all will benefit from the legacy you left behind. You were cooler than any human ever had the right to be and you made it look easy. A perfect mixture of talent, charisma, kindness, and humor; you captivated every room I saw you walk in and the lives of countless people. I love you D.
Published 11th Nov 2019
Author's Note
Justin was one of my foster kids. He live with me for almost 4 year. He died a year after aging out of the system in july, I wrote this 2 days later.
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12th Nov 2019 2:34am
Wow. The format is effective, content has the kind of candor that is really gripping. Thank you for sharing this with us. 🙏🏻
9th Dec 2019 5:36am
