Yesterday was a sad anniversary for my hubby's precious family.
Every family has one. Days that you look back on with sadness or regret happen to all of us.
March 15th is one of those days for us.
Eight years ago, my husband and his parents got a phone call, a phone call that no parent should ever receive.
Paco's older brother, Dan, had been killed in a car accident. It's a long story, full of twists and turns, sadness and devastation. But out of the ashes came victory, because we know without a shadow of a doubt, he's with Jesus.
And he's happy.
But I sure do wish I could have known him. No, I never met him. He died the year before Paco and I met. All of the Dan stories are second hand to me. I've gleaned bits and pieces over the years so that I may learn who he was, and what he was like.
The reason is simple: because I love his brother (and his mother, and father, etc.).
Dan wasn't just a brother. He was my husband's roomate, support, best friend.
Therefore, his life and subsequently death, affects me, too.
I've wondered how Paco would be different today, if Dan had lived. There's no question in my mind that he would not be the same as he is now. God certainly took this tragic accident and worked it for His glory in the lives of those Danny left behind.
As I have watched Paco with our sons, at times I see sadness mingled with joy in his eyes. He misses his brother terribly still. And yet he is so happy that our sons have each other and they're well on the way to that close, best friend brotherhood that he got to experience.
Eight years have healed most of the pain, if I may assume that as an "outsider". There are still tears, but mostly there is love and laughter as Danny is remembered.
I love the stories that start out like, "Do you remember when Dan..." I especially like the one when he had an old piano in the back of a pick up truck and it fell out.
Everyone has a Dan story. He was passionate about his family, his music, his Lord.
I still wish I could have known him, but I know I will someday. And when that day comes, I'm going to thank him for the influence he had on my family, even though the children only know him from pictures. (I can't wait to hear him tell me all the stories of when Paco was a pesky little brother and all of the naughty things he did.)
Thank you, Danny, for loving them all well and for pointing the way to Jesus in both your life and your death.
Your Loving Sister-In-Law