Greg Stokley | @gregstokley
On a rainy Friday night, an old friend of mine passed away.
He was in his prime, with a wife, a daughter, and a son on the way.
On a rainy night in April, God took him away.
It was sudden. It was tragic. The next day I sat with his parents, deep in grief and disoriented in loss. Sure, I was grieving too, but they had lost a son. Their world had been rocked to its very core. I couldn’t comprehend it. I always have words to say to someone. That day, words escaped me. Command over words is one of the gifts I have been blessed with, but on that day the words wouldn’t come.