2023 was the hardest year of our life. Here’s to better days.
We recently went back to the Fort Knox area for the first time since our son Johnathan (Jeb)’s memorial service. We visited his Taekwondo Master (where he earned his black belt), visited his youth group leader, we stayed with friends whose children and our boys were good friends and spent hours and hours playing and …
In the months since Jeb’s death, I’ve heard several people tell me to hold fast to the promises of Romance 8:28. “For all things work together for good for those who love God and are called according to His purpose.”
I love God. I believe wholeheartedly that I am called according to his purpose.
Gregg loves God. Gregg believes wholeheartedly that he is called according to God’s purpose.
Our surviving children, Kaylee, her husband Alex, and our son Scott, love God and believe wholeheartedly that they have been called according to His purpose.
But, friends, I gotta tell you – I think of a lot of adjectives when I think about the death of our son, and the word “good “ isn’t really in that list.
We have intentionally kept the details of what happened to our son Johnathan Eugene Bridgeman – “Jeb” – quiet because there was an active police investigation. We felt it was better to wait until everything was finalized. Gregg found out yesterday that the investigation is closed. I feel like it’s important to share, because there seem to be a lot of rumors and gossip around the driver and/or around Jeb.
Gregg drove Scott and me to the scene which was just over a mile away. I frantically tried to get Kaylee or her husband on the phone. We arrived and Gregg told us to stay in the van while he went to talk to the Police officers.
Not far away, a sheet covered a tiny body that was far too small to possibly be covering the six foot tall man-boy I had just given a hug.