Heavy

I learned tonight that one of my husband’s college roommates, a guy I talked to every day at The Master’s College, was shot and killed in his driveway in Oceanside, California.

His name was Kenya Hunt. He was a baseball player. He was drafted by the Padres after graduation in ‘94. He was the first person to tell me that my husband had “fallen” for me. He had a smile that will never be erased from my memory. Ever.

I have such a heavy heart today, even though it has been thirteen years since we last spoke.

 He had a five year old son, Kenya Junior.

I know I will see him again, maybe we’ll even play ping-pong together, but it is such a loss for this world, for the community of Oceanside that sees so many people caught up in drugs and gangs.

 Kenya was one of the good guys. He made something of his life, worked so hard for what he had, and loved his family and friends fiercely.

Please pray for his Mom, his son K.J., and his fiance’, I can’t imagine what pain they must be in.