Always Unexpected...

So I get an email last week that a close friend of our family (the LeBrun family as a whole) had a heart attack last Thursday on his way back 'home'. His 'home' is in Tepic, Mexico (about 1,000 miles below the border) and his name is Kurt Melberg. You see, Kurt and his family, have been missionairies to Mexico for as long as I can remember bringing the gospel and planting churches among the mountain indian tribes for many years. It was always kind of strange to see this family that all had blond hair, speaking english with a hispanic accent. Anyway, we always hung out with them when they were on furlow visiting churches in the states trying to raise support for thier ministry down south.
Like I said earlier, Kurt and his wife were on their way back home from a trip to the states when he had sudden chest pain. They pulled over in the next town, which only had a 'doctor' and no hospital, who surmised that he quite possibly had a heart attack and will nedd to try and get to the Tepic hospital 4 hours away. He made it and they determined that he, in fact, did have a heart attack gave him some meds and prescribed bed rest.



I just found out that he died today.


This man was a couple of years younger than my dad! I don't really know how to feel right now other than a sense of shock. I feel for his family (wife,three sons and a daughter) but as I'm grieved, the thought (almost comforting, actually) popped into my head, "Aaron, don't be sad because he is no longer here... he is now with Me, where he is in My glory and presence."

Thoughts of my future and my parents and the arrangements that need to be made, have been going through my head over the last couple of years and it is tough thinking of your mortality or your parents mortality or your wife's mortality. Talking about wills and trusts and making sure your kids are provided for in the event you leave this earth before you 'plan' to, are not fun conversations and I despise them, but I know they are necessary if I want my family to be prepared.

I'm sorry for the this morbid, depressing post...but these are the thoughts rambling through my skull at the moment and I need an outlet.

Please keep the Melberg family in prayer or if you can't remember the name..just think about 'those missionairies to Mexico'.