Today is a tough one for me. So bear with me if you will . . .
Earlier this week I’d mentioned that a high school friend of mine had passed away because he’d lost all hope.
On Saturday, May 15th, my friend, Brian, took his own life.
His actions affected me so profoundly it took me by surprise. I hadn’t seen my friend in nearly fifteen years. I expected to be sad, of course, he was a good friend of mine in school. But I wasn’t prepared for the level of sadness that has racked my heart since it happened.
I went to the funeral up in Minnesota last week. So many people flocked to the service it was standing room only.
It got me thinking.
Had he any idea his life impacted so many people so profoundly, would he have done it?
I’m not all knowing, but my guess is that he wouldn’t have.
I believe he had lost all hope.
The dictionary defines hope as:
* a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen
• a person or thing that may help or save someone
• grounds for believing that something good may happen
I’m not sure what your definition or idea of hope is, but you can click the word hope to see my idea of HOPE
There are people out there who love you and care about you, even when you think there isn’t. Look at my friend, Brian, for example. I bet he had NO idea how many people his life impacted and who will forever be asking . . . Why?