My son, Gannon, The beautiful boy that arrived two weeks late…..I like to think he didn’t want to leave the comfort and security my water provided which quite naturally became part of his identity as a talented and accomplished swimmer.
Gannon, quiet and intense, competitive yet kind, sensitive and wise, curious, and loving.
He saw through to people’s hearts and longed for others to understand his.
He had a healing laugh and his smile, although rare, made everything good again.
His capacity to find humor in his limitations restored him as he fought to find his purpose here.
He wore a brave and stoic countenance, often misinterpreted as indifference – But this was his mask. Underneath he possessed a fierce loyalty and devotion to his family and a heart that defended the truth. He had come to understand through our Lord how truth cleanses and purifies, strengthens, and sanctifies.
Gannon fought against double mindedness. He sought to be a man of dignity and integrity. To be steadfast and strong in mind, heart, and spirit.
Our last year with Gannon was given to us entirely through our Lord’s mercy, grace, and kindness. We witnessed a Godly transformation in Gannon. He was able to release so much pain, anger, sadness, frustration, and confusion. He knew God’s Truth and strove every day to walk his path with our Lord. I won’t speculate as to why God called Gannon home – I have promised to stop asking the agonizing questions, Why? If Only, What If?,. These unanswerable questions do nothing but exacerbate the grief. My faith tells me to trust in God without wavering and to know that in everything, YES everything, God works for the good of those who love him. (Romans 8:28)
Gannon was my enigma, my harmony, my heartache, my joy, my storm, and my sunshine. He was and is so greatly loved.
Rest fully in God’s eternal peace.
