I don't know why some years this day is supremely difficult, while other years the familiar numbness takes over and it flies by.
Thirteen years ago, I lost a friend to a car accident. A friend who I have written about over and over, in this space and in others. A friend who still carries many of my secrets with him. Even in the short time that I knew him, he impacted my life in so many ways. He is the friend that I attempt to be, and still fall short. It's funny how God works, isn't it? How he places people in our lives for a reason, and how even the shortest timeframe can be such a turning point...
I saw his face in a dream last night. It's funny, because with me not working, I lose track of the days. Until I woke up this morning with tears streaming down my face and a flood of memories, I did not even realize that this is the day, thirteen years ago, that we lost him. But my heart new.
Rest in peace, Cory. I'm praying for you and your family today. You are still making an impact with your life and I am thankful to have known you and call you friend.
