Heavy Heart / Hopeful Heart
Today marks three years since Brittany left this world.
It’s a hard day. I’m overwhelmed with thoughts of that night I got a chilling call from my sister telling me the news. I tear up when I think of the countless people I had to call and talk to that night. It’s news that’s hard to hear and nearly impossible to share. It saddens me to think about how much more she had to offer the world. It hurts knowing how much pain she was in.
It’s a beautiful day. I’m overwhelmed with memories of our times together.
Britt was one of the most stubborn people I’ve ever known. If you wanted to argue with her, you’d better know your stuff. If not she’d put you in your place quick, but be kind and gracious while doing so.
She was one of the most compassionate people I’ve known. Her love for people and injustice in the world was in every fiber of her being. She knew about TWLOHA and Invisible Children long before anyone else I know. She had a heart for victims of trafficing way before it became the trendy justice issue it is today. She didn’t do it to be cool, she genuinely cared for the souls of people. A trait I still admire.
She was so brilliant; I was reminded today talking to Kaitlyn that she sought truth and wisdom so earnestly. She helped challenge my ideals and birthed in me a desire to formulate my own opinions and thoughts about life and politics. I’m eternally indebted to her for that.
Britt had one of the best laughs. Despite her intelligence and interest in things like politics, the economy and other ‘boring’ things, she was one of the most fun people to hang out with. I remember countless late nights filled with laughter and joy. A joy that comes only from the Lord.
She had great taste. Brittany liked great food, great music and great (sometimes weird) movies. All the good music I listened to in High School (and still today) is thanks to her. She always new about some great new band. If I ever needed a movie to watch, she was the one to go to. She could simply whip out her DVD case and pick something from the 100s of movies she owned. I loved that about her.
I’ve had a lot of hopeful thoughts leading up to today.
I spent last week in Nashville and through a series of events was able to eat at Burger Up with my fellow interns and house parents. The cool part about it was we got to eat for free. I immediately thought about the news I heard through the grape vine when Michael the co-founder of the trendy burger joint took his life last spring. I thought about how hard it must of been on Miranda and the staff their. As I sat eating my burger (which was delicious, you must go there) I looked at the people in that room. I’m certain that some of them had to of worked their last year when this tragedy happened. I saw them laugh and cut up together. They were happy. I didn’t get to meet Miranda, she was away on business. But I’m incredibly grateful she bought all nine of us lunch. It’s funny how God works. I was incredibly blessed by her generosity. I began to see that there is hope after tragedy. That light pierces through the darkest darkness. I was inspired by her story. I know for a fact that countless people are inspired by Brittany’s story and that brings me joy and hope. I pray I get to meet Miranda someday and give here a hug and tell her how incredibly inspired I am by her story.
Our stories are what make us unique; they’re important, even the dark parts. Brittany’s story is one I’ll never forget and I’ll continue to share. I’m grateful Brittany isn’t suffering anymore. I feel blessed to have been apart of her story.