At Emmaus House: Gregory’s Story
Last month I attended the funeral of a young man I never knew. To be exact, I think we had met a time or two, but to say I knew him would be far from the truth. Still, I went to watch him be buried into the ground. To honor his short life. To mourn his death. To stand by our youth as they said goodbye to a friend, a brother. To remember the reality of what could be for this group of people I so dearly love.
His name was Gregory, and I have promised his friends I would tell his story well.
*** Today I am sharing this story over on Emmaus House’s blog. Gregory’s story is a tragic one and why I am so passionate about what we do at Emmaus House. If you are interested in orphan care please take a few minutes to READ MORE.