Monday, March 30, 2009
Great grief struck our home today. Logan Matak, the sweetest natured young man I have ever met in my life, died in a horrible accident. I can't even describe the details because it hurts to much to think of it. I'm blogging because I have hope that one of his friends might stumble upon this and be encouraged. I'm blogging because for me, writing releases all the stifled emotions I have been holding in all day. Lastly, I'm writing to remember sweet, fun, silly, serious and reflective times that my family had with him.
Logan came into our lives before we had kids of our own. He came with a posse. Elizabeth, Philip, Lacey and Scott spent numerous hours at our home after ballgames, on Saturdays, between school years and any other time they wanted. I can't think of any time we turned them away. We played video games, watched Shrek, played cards, ate a ton of chili and talked. The conversation was sometimes rowdy, sometimes serious, sometimes funny.
Over the years, one thing has stuck out in my head about Logan. He loved deeply. You never had to wonder where you stood with him. He hugged freely, said "I Love You" regularly and treated people with respect. He was a hard worker and a dedicated friend.
I have shed a multitude of tears over the loss of Logan today...and I am sure many more will come. His short 24 years was gone too soon in my book. For me, my heart hurts, my stomach is in knots, I'm sad....for his family, his friends, for us. BUT, the glorious news of salvation reached Logan. His faithful friend for life, Philip, led him to the Lord and we know he's with Jesus. So, while earth cries out- heaven welcomes Logan. He's in Jesus' arms now. He's walking with the Savior. Waiting for us.