Every school day now, Chris is at 7th grade basketball practice early in the morning at Lincoln Middle School. Eleven years ago today, that's exactly where Matt was when I went to pick him up. I found one of the coaches and said, "Matt's sister is going to die in the next few hours, so I need to take him up to the hospital." He and I drove to Hendrick together as I explained that this was going to be Megan's last day. And at 10:16 that morning, she took her last breath. Here's what I wrote on this blog two years ago (changing only the number of years): Megan Diane Cope died eleven years ago today. Who -- in our success-driven world -- would want her genetic make-up? She was, after all, mentally retarded. And yet . . . she changed our worlds. She was a quiet, loving witness to the gospel. She was an incarnation of God's love. She received whatever gifts of service we offered to her without expecting more. She embodied the truth of 2 Corinthians 4:7: "But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us." Her ten years here were too short. So today, again, we grieve her absence, and we look forward to seeing her again to thank her for helping to set our worlds right.