Lost

That's how I have felt since I got a phone call at 9 am on March 20th. When I learned that 4 of our students had been killed in a car accident. When I learned that one of them was a sweetheart from church, who has been part of my life for the past 10 years.

They were doing nothing wrong, it was just a crazy accident. It touched the officer on the scene so much, he drove from out of state to talk with our students yesterday morning. It's rare he sees an accident where teenagers weren't doing anything wrong, and he wanted to make sure everyone knew the facts. I was so thankful he came.

Chris was an amazing young man. I am so proud of him. Despite odds against him, he had chosen to do what was right. I the past week, I have heard so many stories about how he touched the lives of so many people. He had the best dimples that were there even when he wasn't smiling. And he hugged me every time he saw me, even if he was with his friends, and even if he had to walk across the building to find me.

I was there at the wake, the funeral, the graveside service, the family dinner, but it still is so hard to believe. It felt like I was watching a movie, not at all real. I know Chris is fine, better than fine. I just miss him.