As a Razorback fan, I read with sadness as Garrett Uekman, tight end for the #3 ranked Arkansas team was found dead in his dorm room.

I’m not sad because I’m a Razorback fan. I’m sad because a young life is gone.

I’m sad because when I was a college junior, my roommate, Scott Cook and four other students from my university were traveling back to school, they each fell asleep and were killed in a car accident. They were on their way back from a mission trip.

I’m sad because I know that hundreds of students will wake up asking for meaning. I know they will be weeping, wondering why their friend won’t be there tomorrow. His roommate, who I identify with the most, will suffer more than anyone on campus, crying out in his heart, looking for answers.

I know that in the next week, his parents will be at his funeral, facing hundreds who will be offering their condolences. People will stop by their house offering fried chicken, pies, cakes and side dishes. The pastor will give an amazing eulogy, but it will be muffled by the sounds of a life called short.

When two weeks go by, the vast majority of the world will have forgotten the life of Garrett Uekman. His parents will still be clutching his high school trophies and his senior picture. Those who loved him most will be left with, “Why?”

The answer to that question may never come.

I do know one thing. After losing a college roommate, a father and a mother to sudden accidents, I can tell you this – it’s not about us. Things happen and they happen fast. Take time to grieve. Take time to mourn. Weep as many tears as your body will allow. And then, when you think you’ve cried as much as you can – cry some more.

Don’t try to make sense of any of it. But know this, people of faith – God is there. When there are answers to be found in our weak hearts, He will provide them. Don’t expect them soon, but know that He will see us through the worst of times. But know those times may last a while. And know that He is worth the wait.