Gideon

Two weeks ago today, I heard about the passing of Gideon Jacob Fudim and my world stopped turning. I stood in disbelief at what I had just heard. Gideon had been in a car accident and didn’t survive his injuries. Gideon was 16.

My first memory of Gideon was of him walking into Primary class wearing a suit, bowtie, and perfect hair. There was something about him that instantly caught my attention. The energy in the room changed, and I instantly knew he was going to change the world.

I had the pleasure of teaching Gideon piano for a couple months, and boy, did he hate piano lessons. I always looked forward to him coming just to hear what would come out of his mouth. I didn’t care that he hadn’t practiced, I just enjoyed being around him. I recently learned that he developed a love for music and picked up the guitar. I am going to claim that piano lessons influenced his love of music, even though I know it was developed in a home that has a deep love for music.

As my family got to know his family, I realized the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. He got his quick wit, love for life, and love of people from his parents. His kind heart from his mother. His generosity from his dad. He could carry on a conversation with someone twice his age, and he was always willing to get on his hand and knees and help a child.

During his 16 years, Gideon left an indelible impression on the world and everyone that knew him. He had a quick wit, a kind heart, an old soul, and could make those in his presence feel safe. He loved deeply. He laughed hard. He made a difference in the world in his 16 years that some don’t make in 100. The ripple effect of his brief life will live on for eternity.

As I visited with Gideon’s parent listening to the lives he touched while on earth, I wasn’t surprised by the stories. As people came to the door to check in or share memories of Gideon, I would smile as I realized Gideon changed the world. He made it a better place to be just by being himself.

I find myself having a hard time using past tense with Gideon. Gideon still is. He is still impacting the world. He is still teaching others how to be kind. He is still making people laugh. He is still showing people how to smile and enjoy the journey. He lives on in his legacy of love.

Gideon still IS, and he always will be.

I am grateful for the knowledge that I will see Gideon again. It doesn't lessen the pain of his absence or the hole he has left in his passing. I have had to remind myself, several times, that without the tears, there wouldn't be Gideon. I can't imagine a world without his presence, no matter how brief.