Tonight before I retire, I want to remember on this blog my nephew, Jantsen Barrett Cope. He was a kind, faith-filled, make-you-fall-on-the-floor-laughing kid. His life was too short. It ended suddenly with heart failure five years ago today at the age of 15 shortly after he'd lifted weights with his football team. His absence was on our minds this weekend. We all knew that he should have been up there as one of Matt's groomsmen. These words from Nicholas Wolterstorff (following his own son's death), after this weekend, seem so appropriate: "When we gather now there's always someone missing, his absence as present as our presence, his silence as loud as our speech. Still five children, but one always gone. When we're all together, we're not all together." So, yes. It was a very big wedding. But it wasn't full. Two were missing. This evening I have both a tear and a smile as I remember the one who made me so proud to be his uncle.