When I got home this afternoon, all I had on my mind was game one of the Canucks-Flames play-off series. But my wife informed me that her cousin, and our brother in Christ, Gary Drost had been called home only a few hours ago. My heart ached when I read the post by Grace. It was a sombre way to start this evening.
Our prayers are with the Drost family, especially Grace and Janet, and all his friends and family. I did not know him well, but I know that he touched many lives in his all too short 34 years, and he was deeply loved. He will be missed by many. Even though he lived and died in the arms of his Lord and Saviour, his loved ones still feel the loss ever so deeply. Give them a hug, a shoulder, an ear. Just be there. Love on them. They grieve. There are countless tears…but tears are not a bad thing. Tears of grief are painful, but they bear witness to the beauty of a gift enjoyed.
And life is a gift.
A son is a gift.
A fiancée is a gift.
A cousin is a gift.
A friend is a gift.
A teacher is a gift.
We weep with you and we are praying for strength for you all in this difficult time.
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints. ~ Psalm 116:15