A year ago today one of my dear friends died, a heart friend who made me laugh. Since then, I've thought of him nearly every day--not morbidly, but joyfully. His death is very hard for me to realize as he was one of those people who was so full of life that it defined who he was. There are so many times when I have found myself telling a Jon story only to remember midway through that he's gone. It comes as a shock.
So today, though the emotions are close to the surface, I remember the good. And there is much good to remember. Jon was a part of my life since I was three years old, about as long as I've known anyone who isn't immediate family. He was my first crush (we got married when I was 4 and he was 5). He was my arch nemesis in middle school. He was my dorm brother in high school, the drummer for our worship band, the one I got in trouble with during class. We were about as different as they come, but we made each other laugh, and in some way we balanced each other out.
Mas Jon, I miss you. I wish you could've been at my wedding. I wish I could've told you that the Man and I are having our first child in January. I wish you were still a part of my life. But I know you and Jesus are loving life together, and I love that. Today I'm remembering you.