When I woke up on the morning of my
birthday last week, I eagerly checked my phone to see all the birthday texts
that I had received. It’s secretly everyone favorite part of their birthday-
looking at all the wall posts and shout outs from various people and feeling
like the most popular person of the moment. But in the midst of the “HAAPPPPPYYY
BIIIRTHHDAAY OMGGG” texts I got a very saddening and disheartening one that
simply said, “Did you hear about Garrett?”
Flash back to Garrett Luce, a one of kind
talented high school friend of mine with a huge smile that could positively
draw others to him. He was Troy Bolton when our middle school performed High School Musical, and then every lead
in the school plays after that. He was the starting catcher on the Second
Baptist School baseball team from freshman year on. He was and is one of the
best gentlemen to every girl he met and was definitely valued by both boys and
girls as a great friend. He would sit in yearbook class with my friend Brooke
and I, and just talk to us because he wanted to know about our lives. He was a
goober but we loved it.
I spent the day between tears and laughter
as I was with friends who didn’t know Garrett but when I would think of him and
tear up they would comfort me. I kept thinking about his parents who lost the
only child they had, and the brightest light in their lives. I had never lost a
friend before and simply couldn’t wrap my head around it.
Coming home for the funeral, I was
surrounded by classmates I hadn’t seen since graduation. A majority of my
friends were even closer to him than I was and it was heart sickening to see
them shudder with sobs as we watched a video slideshow of Garrett. The funeral
was a beautiful time of celebrating his life and sharing hilarious stories of
Garrett as well.
But afterwards, when our friends parted and
came home and we each sat by ourselves and processed everything, we began to
come to grasp by ourselves how death affects us personally.
Being a strong believer in the Lord, I took
utmost comfort in knowing that Garrett’s strong faith secured him in the
presence of Jesus the moment he was taken from us. I want to live the way he
did, carefree and joyful.
That being said, I encourage each of you to
embrace life for the very essence that it is life. Our days that are most filled with love of life is what makes
our life our own. Wake up every morning thankful to have another day of life
and constantly remind yourself of that throughout the day. If Garrett can have
such an impact on people in his 19 short years than we can seek to live each
day the fullest.