My friend was murdered.
Yesterday while on Facebook, I discovered horrible news. One of my friends from church and high school was murdered in his own home. I am struggling to determine my feelings about this event. Heath was not a close friend, but a friend nonetheless. I rooted for him, when I heard that he was a DJ on a local radio station, and was even more pleased when I heard he moved to the local Christian station.
One of my fondest memories of Heath is we were in the youth room after a young adults meeting, and he was writing a song. I gave him some advice on the concept of the song and he appreciated the help. I don't know if he used the advice, and to be honest, I'm pretty sure I never heard the song. I just remember the connection.
Connection. Maybe that's what hurts so much. Even though I have not seen or spoke to him in 5 years, the possibility of connection was always there. Now the connection is lost until I go to heaven. Comforting and yet frustrating at the same time.
David Heath Jackson, you left too soon; we will miss you. "When we all get to heaven, what a day, a glorious day that will be."
One of my fondest memories of Heath is we were in the youth room after a young adults meeting, and he was writing a song. I gave him some advice on the concept of the song and he appreciated the help. I don't know if he used the advice, and to be honest, I'm pretty sure I never heard the song. I just remember the connection.
Connection. Maybe that's what hurts so much. Even though I have not seen or spoke to him in 5 years, the possibility of connection was always there. Now the connection is lost until I go to heaven. Comforting and yet frustrating at the same time.
David Heath Jackson, you left too soon; we will miss you. "When we all get to heaven, what a day, a glorious day that will be."
