On July 15, 2016, I lost a friend.
My friend Logan was killed in a car accident. When I found out, I couldn’t even breathe. I couldn’t even move. I just sat on the floor and cried. I cried out to God, “How could you let this happen?”
That night, I went to a meeting with my fellow school band members. There were lots of tears and hugs. We prayed and cried and grieved together. We remembered Logan’s life.
We remembered how Logan was such a happy person. He had a big smile that you couldn’t help but smile back at, even after he walked into the band room 20 minutes late for marching band rehearsal. One time, he had a triangle part in band and always came in at the wrong time, and we all laughed together. Before our frontline sectionals for marching band, we sat on the floor and broke into laughter together playing two truths and a lie.
And I cry out to God, “Why did you let this happen? Why did my best friend have to lose her older brother? Why do I have to go to my friend’s funeral at the age of fourteen?” There are so many “whys.”
I don’t know why bad things happen, but what I do know is this: God is good in the good times and the bad times. It’s hard to believe right now as we grieve, but God’s plan is better than the plans we have for ourselves.
This tragedy has reminded me to tell the ones I love how much they mean to me. If I had one more day with Logan, I would have told him how much I loved his smile and his happy personality and his hilarious jokes.
But I’ll never know if it will be the last time I’ll see someone on Earth, so I need to tell them that I love them. And nobody knows how much time they have left on Earth, so we all need to make the most of our lives. We need to love others with our whole hearts. We need to live life to the fullest.
Our community is grieving. We find comfort together, in hugs and whispered words of encouragement. For now, I will grieve. I will remember Logan’s life and spend time with the people I love. God doesn’t want us to suffer alone. He takes our burdens and walks with us through this hard time.