I cannot stop reading these words. How I wish I could say “the foundation I’m built on is unshakable faith.” The events of this year solidified the fact that my foundation is built on sand. My faith is shaky at best. But this is not the time to analyze my existential crisis. Despite my spiritual purgatory, I owe a tremendous debt of gratitude to Will Hart. We never once spoke of religion…but he didn’t have to say a word to forever impact my personal spirituality. Never once did he falter in his faith as Ava fought– and ultimately lost– the battle for her life. He’s such an inspiration to me and I am deeply saddened that I did not know him better.
Will’s memorial service was this morning at Faith Baptist Church. His parents and brother put together a poignant video tribute to him that I hope makes its way to YouTube if it’s not there already. It comforts me knowing that he no longer suffers from an irreparably broken heart because he’s reunited with his little girl.
My heart aches for the Hart family. In a cruel twist of fate Will’s girlfriend lost her father in a motorcycle accident on the same day. I cannot even imagine her pain. A visit with Tasha, Ava’s Mommy, is one of my highest priorities before I return to California. Shortly before Ava’s passing she reflected on how far we’d come since we met a year ago….truer words were never spoken. I love you, Tasha.
Please keep these individuals– and all who have hearts heavy with grief– in your thoughts and prayers.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,