A Journey in Coping and Helping

I very distinctly remember sitting there next to Claire Smith, my clarinet in my hand. Mr. Borror was completely oblivious, but I noticed when Aaron and Nathan got up to go out back.  When Phil and Sherry walked across the gym floor without Ed I knew something wasn’t right. I knew that Ed wouldn’t miss Phil’s senior night for anything. When the ceremony ended and the game started a few of completely ignored KennyB123 direction to start the song.  We got up and headed across the floor to the locker room hallway.  Some stupid boy from the opposing school said something offensive to me, but I just kept walking. I went to the commons and we started praying. A big group of people I hardly knew, just started praying.  We didn’t know anything for certain we just knew something wasn’t right. It wasn’t much later that night we learned that Ed Maurizi passed away. Missy was one of my dearest friends and I had spent a lot of time at the Maurizi house. I had gone to an ‘N Sync concert with Missy and Ed (and Kate and Dave and my dad). I wanted to go over to their house right then, but what would that do? Crowd an already very crowded house (7 kids and a huge church family). So I sat in my room and prayed. And when the doorbell rang around 1 I knew who it was. My dad opened the door. We were all still awake. Seconds later Katelyn was sitting on my bed with me and we were both sobbing. The events that unfolded are your typical story. I won’t bore with the details.

When Jess texted me at 4 on Monday morning I found myself at a loss again. I prayed. I prayed and prayed. I told Jenn and Frauf. I prayed and prayed, and passed out again some time between 5:30 and 6:00.  I got a text from Jenn around 7:30 and answered and prayed again until I fell asleep again. I got up around 10:00 and left for Huntington. I’m not a terribly useful person when it comes to these things. I just sat around Huntington until around 4:00 when I knew Jess was going to be at Good Shep. I don’t know how to be useful.

I want so much to help. I want so much to know how to deal with things. I want to be available to anyone who might need it. I find myself stuck in the same place though. I only know to pray. I know how to be in the proper area so I can be more readily available. When a friend leaves for a missions trip all I can do is pray. I never know what to say to them. Offer a hug maybe. I’ve no sagely advice, no helpful tips, no words of encouragement.

It’s not a really a journey, because I’ve not made any progress in any direction. I’m not moving. I’m only doing what I know, and it doesn’t feel like much or enough.


One thought on “A Journey in Coping and Helping

  1. In the same way that you feel that you don’t have any sagely advice, I come to you humbly with the same lack of God-bestowed wisdom. I do come to say that reading this makes me think about you and your friends. Please know that my prayers are with you all. It feels like a cop-out, I know, but you’re doing the right thing. Love you neighborface.

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