The executive director of the counseling center I go to died yesterday. It’s a big office - he oversaw 21 counselors and 25 staff members. He wrote books and articles, edited and published a quarterly journal, and sat on boards and councils.
I’m grief-stricken. I read his work, listened to his podcast and interviews, and watched his videos. But moreso, he was so nice to me, like a friend.
I called the office, and they were all crying. They are rejoicing because he is with the Lord, but they are sad. And I am sad for them.
It will be hard to go into the office for counseling on Monday, and it will be hard to go to the memorial service. It’s different to see the counselors cry.