Thursday, August 9, 2012

blindly navigating through bereavement

Tomorrow we travel to Chicago for the funeral services of Chase's dear friend, Kirk Urso.  How heartbreaking and devastating to bury a young friend. Twenty Two. Why we got to see our 23rd, 24th, 25th birthdays and Kirk did not, we'll never know. Profound sadness seeps into the deepest marrow of our bones.

Chase has the richest memories of Kirk. The ones with deep joy. The late night talks about life, faith, the future, the past. The hard moments where sin was confessed and sanctification prayed for. The fun moments when Kirk taught Chase to kick a soccer ball, and Chase helped Kirk with his golf game, and together when they dominated in pick-up basketball. The hilarious moments when Kirk used his faux British accent to whisper-narrate Chase's golf tournament in a homemade video as he and Daniel walked with Chase between holes.

Kirk stood by Chase's side when he promised his life and himself to me. And at the reception, Kirk was on the dance floor, celebrating all night.

You can google Kirk and see his public achievements.  But, oh, was he so much more. 

Chase has said the closest fellowship he's ever had was when he lived at 1111 Franklin Street at UNC with Kirk and the boys. He will be reunited with the latter, together for the first time since our wedding as they say goodbye to their brother.

We will keep you in our hearts forever, Kirk.



"In this world, you will have trouble,
But take heart! I have overcome the world.

John 16:33