Piece by Piece
When we lose someone we love, life stops for a while. Your heart skips a few beats, your vision becomes foggy and your mind is in a constant state of dazed and confused, that you truly believe you are losing it almost every second. The last time I blogged, it was about what I was thankful for, and how I wanted my life to stay in that state of completion for forever. Sadly, the next morning...I lost a cousin, a little brother more like it...who was only ten months younger than me...who died unexpectedly in his sleep...who had the greatest smile in the universe....who I grew up with everyday of my life....who was a beautiful soul, beautiful man, incredible friend......whose presence in my life, could NEVER be replaced. Randy had that magic in him...that special power that went straight through the heart, only to remain there forever.
He embodied the perfect picture of what kind of angels God sends down to Earth, to touch the lives of every person that came his way. I remember he was this crazy, adventure-filled boy, one who was never afraid to jump off a cliff, walk through a sewer tunnel, dive into a one inch pool off a chair, at the mere age of only 2. There were so many things he could do, that anyone who knew him, were astounded to see what he could do, fix, touch, make... only to be better than whatever it was before.
Randall Scott Jr. (which is what we called him, only I always loved to add the Jr. in there), a man who never let the kid in him die. And a man who was one of the sweetest, loving, kindest, funniest, craziest, gentlest souls I've ever known. I remember when I got the news, my heart felt like it had stopped for a while. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I couldn't stop shaking. All I could do, was see his face, or hear his laugh....and cry. He never knew how much of an impact he had on my life as well as those of several others. But I know, that when we laid him to rest...he saw just what effect he had on peoples' lives, and he smiled his big, beautiful smile and went with God.
Tonight I can't stop thinking about him. I can't seem to comprehend that this has become a reality. Instead all I want to do is hear his voice one last time and get a hug from him again. As much as I am going to miss him, along with everyone else....I am content knowing that Randy is so much happier now. He is flying in heaven with my grandparents, his grandpa....and he is safe. And because I know he would do this...he's already met his big brothers idol, Selena.....he's already playing baseball with all the greats, Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Pete Rose, Micky Mantel.....and he's at peace.
I will never be able to forget him and I will never stop missing him. Death is always such an uncomfortable thing. But...if there is one thing that my cousin taught me, it's that life is about how we live it and man....Randy sure knew how to live life. He grabbed life by the rope, and never let go, even to the very end. He knew how to love and appreciate. He knew how to take every moment and turn it into something grand. My cousin, the angel. You changed my life.
He embodied the perfect picture of what kind of angels God sends down to Earth, to touch the lives of every person that came his way. I remember he was this crazy, adventure-filled boy, one who was never afraid to jump off a cliff, walk through a sewer tunnel, dive into a one inch pool off a chair, at the mere age of only 2. There were so many things he could do, that anyone who knew him, were astounded to see what he could do, fix, touch, make... only to be better than whatever it was before.
Randall Scott Jr. (which is what we called him, only I always loved to add the Jr. in there), a man who never let the kid in him die. And a man who was one of the sweetest, loving, kindest, funniest, craziest, gentlest souls I've ever known. I remember when I got the news, my heart felt like it had stopped for a while. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I couldn't stop shaking. All I could do, was see his face, or hear his laugh....and cry. He never knew how much of an impact he had on my life as well as those of several others. But I know, that when we laid him to rest...he saw just what effect he had on peoples' lives, and he smiled his big, beautiful smile and went with God.
Tonight I can't stop thinking about him. I can't seem to comprehend that this has become a reality. Instead all I want to do is hear his voice one last time and get a hug from him again. As much as I am going to miss him, along with everyone else....I am content knowing that Randy is so much happier now. He is flying in heaven with my grandparents, his grandpa....and he is safe. And because I know he would do this...he's already met his big brothers idol, Selena.....he's already playing baseball with all the greats, Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Pete Rose, Micky Mantel.....and he's at peace.
I will never be able to forget him and I will never stop missing him. Death is always such an uncomfortable thing. But...if there is one thing that my cousin taught me, it's that life is about how we live it and man....Randy sure knew how to live life. He grabbed life by the rope, and never let go, even to the very end. He knew how to love and appreciate. He knew how to take every moment and turn it into something grand. My cousin, the angel. You changed my life.
Oh Kim he sounds like he was a great guy. Don't let his fun and adventurous spirit stop living... learn from him and keep it going! I'm inspired by him, and I'm sure others are as well just because of the way you describe him.
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