I have a friend, Stephen McCollum, whom I pray with every Saturday morning. Stephen is the Vice Principle at the local Christian school. He lost his son 3 years ago to a tragic tree accident. Stephen understands tragedy, he lives through it daily. He understands the heartbreak of losing a son.
He wrote this message to his son, Kolt, yesterday, on the 3rd anniversary of his death:
“There are no words to describe the daily sense of loss. On this particular day, I have a weak, sick feeling as I relive the phone call and the nightmare that followed. I love you, Kolt McCollum, and miss you every day. Part of the sadness is that life goes on and we miss you being YOU in each moment. Today, I’m with your brother in NY City. He’s physically sick right now so I sit with my thoughts, caring for my youngest son and grieving my oldest. Bud, you are not forgotten. Love you, Son!” #movingforward #onedayatatime 💔
When I start feeling sorry for myself over Fulton, God reminds me of what my dear friend is going through, even though it’s been 3 years now. Thanks Stephen, you are a real inspiration to us all! Your faith is awesome, your love is real, and God has used your sorrow to touch many more people than you can imagine. I’m so glad God has brought us together as brothers in Christ!
“I thank my God in all my remembrances of you.” Philippians 1:3