I was blessed to be Forrest's teacher in 3rd grade. He was the cutest little boy ever and had such a sweet spirit. To say he had a special place in my heart would be an understatement. He was one of those kids I started praying for that year and continued to pray for him for the next 11 years. I prayed his name so much that when Zoe would say her prayers I started noticing that she would pray for him too.
I was pregnant with Zoe the year I had Forrest in my class. He gave me this little lamb for her, that Zoe later named Lilly. I am not one to save things, but I told Zoe how special Forrest was to me and she still has this little lamb in her room.
I asked about him often, but had a hard time keeping up with him. I teared up when I sat at his graduation and he walked across the stage. I searched for him after the ceremony, but couldn't find him. I sat by him at church the day he got baptized. It was purely a coincidence. I had never even seen him at our church before and one Sunday he went to the front and gave his life to Christ. I couldn't stop myself from going up there with him and cried hysterically as I hugged on him. (I know he thought I was insane).
I haven't seen Forrest in many years, but you know how when you think of someone constantly and pray for them continuously...it feels like they are a part of you? That's exactly how I felt about him.
I got the call Saturday that he had died in a car accident. My heart still feels so heavy. If I feel this sad, I can't imagine how his family and friends who knew him better than me feel. Praying for all of you and feel blessed to have been part of his life.