I am at a loss for words...trying to understand why this happened.
I'm not questioning God. God knows, but rather trying to wrap my mind around this loss.
When I think of Blake, he is a still a young boy that always had a ball in his hands. No matter what kind, he just wanted to play ball.
I remember Blakes' first wrestling match. He couldn't have been 6 or 7 years old. The gymnasium was so loud with 6 matches going on simultaneously, parents down on the floor with their kids' screaming directions at their wrestlers. Blake was overwhelmed with all the commotion, didn't really want to get out there but his dad reassured him he could do it, so Blake went. He cried the whole match....even while he pinned his opponent!
Blake grew into a kind loving man. Loved God, his kids, and family. He called my mom (Nanny) every Thursday. Who does that? Blake did.
I'm sure going to miss him.