Last fall, an incredible young man from India came and interned with my youth group last fall. He passed away on January 7, 2011 early in the morning (India time). And he will be greatly missed. Dicku had a contagious smile. He had heart that loved to the fullest. He was curious and playful.
One of my favorite memories is of the trip to Tonasket with Dicku, my youth pastor, his son, and another friend. We went cliff jumping and both Dicku and I were terrified: Dicku because he couldn't swim and I don't like jumping off of things. But we both did it. I loved that trip. We all played an alphabet game in the car ride there. Went to terrible fast food restaurants.
That fall, the youth group put on the Youth Group Experience. Dicku could sing and play guitar... the worship chorus "Majesty" reminds me of him.
I wish I could have seen him one more time. Talked to him one more time.
One more time. Isn't that the wish of everyone who's lost a loved one?
I don't know how I'm feeling. I am numb with unexpected loss. I miss him. My heart is heavy.
We love you Dicku. Thank you.
"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in." ~ C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed
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