In Memory of Justin Wayne Brown

There are some things that you do in life with certain intentions. And our intention this year was to remember Justin in a special way. It has been 8 years since this past Sunday, October 22nd, that Justin was killed in a car accident. We decided that we wanted to do something special in memory of Justin to try and help Gavin understand how important Justin and his memory are to our family. And since he is 3, we thought he would be able to understand better this year.
We decided that we would provide the flowers in the front of our church in Justin's memory. And not knowing what to do with them afterwards, we decided to make up 12 small bouquets and take them to Montreat Apartments, an assisted living home. I thought it would be so good to put a smile on the faces of the people who live there and it would be a good lesson in giving for Gavin. Afterall, these were hurting people and they could use some cheering up.
So these were our intentions. But, sometimes our intentions and God's intentions are not one and the same. I was not prepared for the impact it would have on ME!
On the way to the apartments, Gavin and I had a conversation that went something like this.
Me: Gavin, do you know where we are going?
Gavin: No
Me: We are going to take flowers to some people to make them happy. They don't have alot of family like you and daddy and me, so we need to make them happy. And flowers make people happy.
Gavin: Okay (excitedly)
Me: We are going to do it in memory of Uncle Justin.
Gavin: Your brother?? We are going to take flowers to Justin to make him happy?
Me: Well, not exactly. Justin is in Heaven which is the HAPPIEST place that we can be.
Gavin: I want to go there!!! (with GREAT excitement)
Me: I want you to go there too! And you will one day after you ask Jesus to come into our heart.
Gavin: I want Jesus in my heart already!
Wow, the mind and heart of a 3 year old! What if we could all have that enthusiasm of wanting Jesus in our hearts and going to heaven! Sometimes it is so easy to get wrapped up in the hustle and bustle of our everyday lives that we take for granted what is waiting for us after our lives here on earth are over. How wonderful to be reminded by a conversation with a three year old!
So, we were on our way. Once we got there, we started giving out the flowers and I would ask Gavin to tell them who we were giving them in memory of and he would say "JUSTIN!" excitedly.
Everything was going along just fine until we got to this one ladies door. I told Gavin to give her his flowers and he said "No, these are for Justin. I want to go up to see him." Not wanting to create a scene, I just gave her some in my hands and after leaving I squatted down in the hall to see what was wrong with him. He said "These flowers are for Justin and I want to go up to give them to him. Way, way up." This building is about 6 stories high and he thought heaven was at the top I guess. At this point, I can't keep it together and with tears rolling down my face I told him that Justin isn't there. He died in a car accident and he is in Heaven. The look on his face when I told him this is indescribable-complete shock and sadness. His little eyes swelled up with tears and he stuck out his bottom lip and said "But, I want him." Obviously at this point there was no holding it together and I just wrapped my arms around him. All I could say is "I know baby, I want him too." After I pulled myself together, we continued and the next person we came to, he gave them "Justin's" flowers, so I think he finally understood.
For a three year old who has never known Justin to express emotion the way he did was incredibly touching. So, as you can see, I was definately the one blessed and challenged by this day. I was reminded by the innocence of my 3 year old that I needed to remember the importance of God's love and the promise we have of reuniting with our loved ones one day. And equally important is our impact on those around us while here on this earth, the difference we can make in even the smallest actions and the lives that can be changed by the kindness we show. So, I think we have found our special way of remembering Justin and it will be something we do for many years to come.

One of my patients: Ms. Hannah

95 year old resident

