Cody

I wasn't going to blog about this.
I really wasn't.
It hits too close to home to share with the world.
But then I decided that maybe someone, somewhere needs to hear this.

So here we go.

A good friend of mine who I worked with over the summer committed suicide.
He was 16, star of  the wrestling team, in Leadership classes, stellar student, a hard worker.
I went to his memorial this past saturday, where the news really hit home. I got the call while I was at sea, and was unable to process what was being relayed across oceans for the work that needed to be done. I figured I owed it to myself to be present on that ship and engage myself in it whole-heartedly. I'm glad I did, but it also meant shutting down the emotional stream that usually follows news such as this. So sitting in my old high school gymnasium, listening to eulogies, I let it hit.
It was ugly, it was painful, and it was healing.
I miss that kid like crazy.


I've been to too many funerals for kids.
and it never gets easier.