This past week, our community lost a 14 year old boy to congestive heart disease.Undetected until he fell unconscious while on a treadmill in his own home a few hours later clinically dead.
3 weeks ago he was playing the guitar at the school jazz concert, even with a broken wrist he insisted on playing with his group. Soon after, he was on the class trip to Dornay Park laughing with his friends.
2 weeks ago Isak laughed naughtily at his 8th grade graduation ceremony, his last name begins with A so we all saw him right in the first row. He had smiley cherubic features, he was a good kid who had great taste in music (my teen daughter admits). Everyone loved him and he obviously made a great impact on his community that came together in grief.
Yesterday was his wake, his parents bravely stood in line for almost 4 hours in the hot summer heat comforting the hundreds of kids and parents and teachers that openly wept. No matter who knew him or did not know him, this child belonged to our community and the turnout was overwhelming .
How can a parent be ever strong enough to handle a devastation like this? Do you ever prepare for a moment like this?
There is no point in asking why? or blaming God or anyone else , for we never get the answers to this question.We try to go on as best as we can and never let a soul be forgotten.
His organs were donated and his spirit lives on, and he has saved so many lives already.Another bold and selfless decision his family made in the deepest depths of grief.There was meaning to his life in the end and even at the young age of 14 he leaves a huge legacy.
He will never go to high school that he was so excited about, his guitar will never be picked up by him again and we will never know what he would grow up to be.But for this moment we will remember this child, remember the good times and pray for his family to find comfort and peace someday.