I had kind of an emotional day today. My afternoon started with having lunch with Brad, which brings me all kinds of joy. Then I walked next door to the movie theater and saw “I Can Only Imagine.” I loved the movie, but it was a tear jerker for me. I came out realizing that I can, indeed, only imagine, but I thought about my Jeff who has seen Jesus face-to-face. His imagining days are over. Did he fall to his knees? Did he dance for Jesus? Did he fall to his face?Was he able to speak at all?
On my drive home, I started thinking about “our” transplant patients (the ones who have lived in one of the apartments and moved on). I contacted each of them and received back wonderful, happy news about most of them. Our little 7-year-old is still waiting for his numbers to reach the appropriate place to be placed on the transplant list. He has not been feeling very well. And I had a nice (kind of sad) conversation with the mom of our patient who passed away. I pretty much covered every aspect of this foundation story….some good, some not so good, some emotional and, best of all, the good thoughts about my boy. How I miss him and I will until my imagining days are over.