I would like to think that I have the eloquence to write something beautiful and heart-moving that would give you hope after his passing, but I don't have words to say. I never knew Josh, but I wish I had. He was an amazing person, a powerful Christian, and I know about him so much more now that the attention has been called to him.
It was Saturday, or Monday. I sat down and logged on to Facebook. A post from First Impressions showed up, so I read it, assuming it would be a movie update. Wow. The words I read knocked the breath out of me -- was this for real? One of the directors died -- Joshua Eddy? I had no further information to reference, so that post stewed in my head for the longest time as I tried to imagine how, or why he could have died. I had been following First Impressions closely since stumbling upon their blog, and to hear this -- Shock. Disbelief. Sorrow. A cracked heart.
Why did God take him home? I can't even try to figure it out, because His purposes are so much greater than I could ever fathom. I would simply twist my emotions up even further.
As with all situations like this -- dealing with that word, Death -- we have to trust that God is in control and the best thing we can do is trust him. It's what he needs us to do. Joshua Eddy is far, far happier in Heaven now, and even though we want him back...
P.S. To the First Impressions team, if you ever read this, please don't stop making the movie. If you ever considered giving up the project (because the thought flickered in my head that you might), well, DON'T. I don't think Josh would have wanted you to leave it unfinished :)