He had tremendous impact on countless lives. In the days that followed, there has been something deeply significant missing: an empty chair, a phone unanswered, a prank undone. Death certainly has a sting. The thing about grief is it never truly ends; it changes. Grief is not a sign of weakness nor a signal of lacking faith.
Grief is the price of love.
Eddy was our friend
The only way not to grieve is not to love. We grieve differently, unlike the rest of the world who has no hope. We grieve with hope. There is a secret to the kingdom of God.
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Out of our darkness, God always is working to bring light to the darkest situations. We grieve, but with the hope of the resurrected Christ, we believe in our darkness that Eddy began his new life in the presence of our Risen Savior. Today I would do anything to rewind the clock.
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I believe in miracles, and I would love to have seen a miracle on Aug. Eddy Curry was a gift, a gift to his family, his church and to the broader Texas Baptist family.
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There was the occasional phonetic spelling, such as using Broons for Bruins. Still in there, but he had some friends. I got an extra set of knuckles. Shut my hand in a drawer.
Then one of them stomped the drawer shut. Hurt like a fucking bastard.