I met Quincy Foster in the Fall of 2013. During the one and a half years I knew her, she taught me a lifetime of wisdom, and for that, I’ll be forever grateful. Through hours spent working at the Registrar’s office, hanging out in campus center, praying together, spending time at Quincy’s house, studying late night for statistics and genetics, and going with friends to the handful of places open after 10pm in Olathe, I learned so much from Quincy.
I learned how to do my job in the Registrar’s office. I learned how to turn my complaining about issues at MNU into actions. I learned that prayer is always a good response. I learned how to make a pizzookie. I learned how to play Presidents. I learned how not to react when you spill Dr. Pepper on your laptop.
Quincy has taught me much, and that hasn’t stopped.
Around 7 or 8 o’clock on New Year’s Day, I was in Nashville, and got a phone call from my friend Ana. It wasn’t strange for her to be calling, but while Rico and I listened to her sobbing on the phone, we knew she wasn’t kidding that Quincy had passed away, we just couldn’t admit it to ourselves. Many tears, long car rides, worship songs, and one busted piñata later, we made it back to Kansas City.
I’m currently somewhere in-between stages of grieving, and can’t really define how I’m feeling emotionally.
The feelings of loss and deep, deep sadness that we all feel will never go completely away, and it is very important to go through every stage of grief. We need to grieve completely, so we don’t become bitter, as my Pastor recently told me. We must allow ourselves to progress through the natural flow of grief and mourning, but we can’t forget the spirit of joy with which Quincy lived her life.
Let’s acknowledge that it’s okay to miss someone, and wish they were still here for us, but let’s also remember that Quincy wouldn’t want to come back here from her heavenly paradise.
Quincy taught us all this: Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. Freedom from guilt, depression, mourning, sickness, sin, sadness, anger, and separation from Christ. We are truly free to live lives of joy, happiness, yet still remembering lost loved ones, and the legacy they leave for us. We are free to continue to learn from Quincy and the life she lead on earth, and the work she did while she was with us.
Even the darkest of nights shatters into a beautiful morning, and this shall be no different. I am still learning from Quincy, even today.
I met Quincy Foster in the Fall of 2013. During the one and a half years I’ve known her, she’s taught me a lifetime of wisdom, and for that, I’m so grateful. Through hours spent working at the Registrar’s office, hanging out in campus center, praying together, spending time at Quincy’s house, studying late night for statistics and genetics, and going with friends to the handful of places open after 10pm in Olathe, and now after her time on earth has come to a close, I’m learning so much from Quincy.
To be continued…