13 years ago, I lost a friend on the 93rd floor of the North Tower.
I delivered his eulogy about a month later. I was 26 years old and was tasked with honoring my friend’s life, making sense of the senseless and comforting the mourning. It remains to this day, the hardest message i’ve had to deliver.
Every year, as this day comes around, I try to remind myself of the lessons that I’ve learned since then. I repost my thoughts every year to as an exercise of reminding myself (and hopefully some of you, too) of what it was like. I guess I am trying to take that #neverforget hashtag seriously.
My hope is that through reading this, you are reminded of God’s goodness and sovereignty.
Today marks the 7th Anniversary of 9/11.
Many of the Well blog readers may not know, but this very congregation lost one its members in the North Tower of the World Trade Center, Andy Kim. Andy was and remains to be very dear to the people that knew him. At the time of his death, he was probably one of my closest friends. We spoke nearly every day about the mundane and the grave. 7 years later and he is still dearly missed.
I was asked to give his eulogy at his memorial service a month after workers first started looking for his body. There was no casket and there never was. I have long since said that I think the worst way to mourn the death of someone is a slowly diminishing hope of survival.
The following is my Eulogy of Andy Kim. As we all remember that day, may you be reminded of God’s grace and sovereignty.