Its 5am but there is just so much on my heart. I could go on and on and on about visitation last night and how uplifting it was. What a tremendous blessing, an uplifting blessing to hear so many stories about my Lucas. To hear so many kids say “he always smiled at me” “he welcomed me to the school when he was new” “he was always laughing in class” “he was was always such a nice kid.” Those are just paraphrases and the way the kids (and of course adults too) said that was much more beautiful. I absolutely going to talk about that. I’m just so tired right now. This is what I want to say: It just shouldn’t take a death to say those kinds of things. Everyone should be shown that kind of love every day. I know a lot of kids (and adults) that do need to hear that kind of stuff don’t. We just don’t say it enough. Or show it. Especially in high school where, well, its high school. I haven’t been there in a long time but I will remember the insecurity, trying to fit in, not feeling accepted. Lucas could have benefited so, SO, so much from hearing these things during life. They should be said. And shown. Constantly. Lucas didn’t always feel like he had a lot of friends. Its raw, so raw and painful for me to say that. Yet if one kid takes another under his wing and loves on him it will be worth it.
“My command is this, love each other as I have loved you.”