I met Ethan several years ago when he was working in the ER. I was not sure of him at first, we would talk a little. Though, I came to love him like the Lord loved him. He would share some things of his life, but then would shut me out. I let him be. I know he liked when I would call him mijo, a term I used on occasion with some of the younger men in the ER. It is a term of endearment, and anyone under 35 years of age, well are kids to me. I would have a 34 year old son right now, right now. . . .
I had not seen Ethan in awhile, but, I was told that he had taken his life, he was 24 years old. Hearing this news came as a shock to many of us, many who felt that they should have spoken to him when he presented himself to the Emergency Department. This tobacco chewing, smart mouth, nature loving young man will be missed by many who loved him, he will be grieved by many as the years go by, and Ethan, you will be missed by those who loved you, including myself. I am sorry for my disobedience to the Lord to go to you, and I pray that you called out to Jesus in your most desperate moment, and I pray I will see you again, mijo.
