My heart breaks...

Grief is a strange thing. Hearts can feel broken for many reasons, but death is the worst. How do you explain so much sorrow for someone who only shared small moments with you over the years...

My heart breaks because his family is devastated -

because my friends, who loved him so deeply, are broken to the core -

because my son really liked "James with the hair" -

because he had an impact on me (and my kid) -

because the life of a lone driver, who woke up in the morning thinking things were normal, has had his world changed forever -

because my mommie heart knows exactly how close to home this really is with my own son -

because my dear friend is blaming himself -

because another friend carries the burden of the world with her and this will be no different -

because teenagers I love couldn't sleep last night as the tragedy sunk in -

because of lost talent that had the ability to impact the world of music in a way we've not yet seen -

because when I saw him on Christmas, I had no idea it would be the last time my eyes looked at his -

because a group of young men, who loved him enough to do hard things, will have to decide how to move on -

because I know he loved Jesus -

because I know he loved kids -

because 17 is too young -

because I feel helpless -

.....

You will be greatly missed, James.