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GolfDiveNCougsThis past week was amazing for BYU. We'd all been waiting for months for it to come. An announcement of the most groundbreaking move in BYU's athletic history was made, that may well change the course of collegiate athletics completely. We then went out with a very young team and defeated a respected Pac-10 opponent, in a game that at least in some measure already legitimized the move to independence.
Yet something happened in my world that makes all of that pale in comparison. My wife and I received a phone call at 10am on Tuesday morning that our best friends' 8-month-old baby boy had died in the night. Perfectly healthy, perfectly happy. The autopsy showed no irregularities, and his death could only be attributed to SIDS. The news absolutely rocked our little ward. I cried for them for days. I was even the last person besides his parents to have put him down to bed. I can't begin to imagine the depths of grief and sorrow they feel. We all know the doctrine that that sweet little boy is safe and secure, and will enjoy every blessing of mortality and immortality that God has to offer his children, but my heart aches for my friends whose lives have been razed to the ground because of this. There aren't even any words to say to them. All we could do is cry with them and tell them we love them. My wife and I were asked to sing I Am a Child of God at his funeral, and I'm STILL trying to figure out how we made it through that.
In light of this tragically sorrowful event, sports became a respite from the important cares of the world. A diversion. I didn't stop watching, and I didn't even stop posting, but I prayed hourly if not more to bind up our friends' broken hearts. I hugged my 3-year-old boy so much more. I told my wife how much she means to me so much more. Those are the important things. I'd encourage all of you to do the same for your families. They're why we're here.
Yet something happened in my world that makes all of that pale in comparison. My wife and I received a phone call at 10am on Tuesday morning that our best friends' 8-month-old baby boy had died in the night. Perfectly healthy, perfectly happy. The autopsy showed no irregularities, and his death could only be attributed to SIDS. The news absolutely rocked our little ward. I cried for them for days. I was even the last person besides his parents to have put him down to bed. I can't begin to imagine the depths of grief and sorrow they feel. We all know the doctrine that that sweet little boy is safe and secure, and will enjoy every blessing of mortality and immortality that God has to offer his children, but my heart aches for my friends whose lives have been razed to the ground because of this. There aren't even any words to say to them. All we could do is cry with them and tell them we love them. My wife and I were asked to sing I Am a Child of God at his funeral, and I'm STILL trying to figure out how we made it through that.
In light of this tragically sorrowful event, sports became a respite from the important cares of the world. A diversion. I didn't stop watching, and I didn't even stop posting, but I prayed hourly if not more to bind up our friends' broken hearts. I hugged my 3-year-old boy so much more. I told my wife how much she means to me so much more. Those are the important things. I'd encourage all of you to do the same for your families. They're why we're here.