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Rainbow #1: Elder Wawro

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Today I said good-bye to one of my best friends in the world, Elder Christian Patrick Wawro. (He is the dorky guy in the picture) He is going to serve a mission for the next two years in the Denmark, Copenhagen Mission.

 

Well, I’ll start with a warning, I bawled like a baby when I went to say goodbye. I cried before I saw him, while I saw him, and after. In fact, I am still crying. OK, now to what actually happened. Well, I called him up, and his cousin answered the phone because he was not able due to him being already set apart as a missionary. I asked if I could come over and he said that would be great. On the way to the car I was talking to Hannah Herring and this is when the crying began. At this point it was only a couple of tears, no big deal. I mean that’s expected right? Well that changed when I showed up at his house. I went into his living room and saw him sitting there with all of his stuff in the process of being packed into his suit cases. Now here is where I lost it. He turned and looked at me and his eyes just shone with love and anticipation, and there it went. Any dignity I had before that moment was gone. Like, I mean I REEAAALLLLLYYYY lost it. We’re talking ugly cry, stuttered breaths, cant talk... the whole Shabang.  I shook his hand and was just amazed at how much his spirit shone. I will never forget how he looked right then, radiating with the love of Christ. I took a couple of seconds to try and  regain at least a little of my composure and dignity. I am proud to say I was able to whisper out that I loved him, and that he would be an incredible missionary. I had planned so many things to say to him when I got there, but that was all I could manage. The witty comments and embarrassing stories didn’t matter. He is a missionary now and I could see it. 

 

Overall I think my time at his house amounted to a little under a minute. I wasn’t able to say anything and I felt bad that I was getting his carpet wet so I said my goodbye and got out. Did I mention I was bawling like a baby? I didn’t get to say what I wanted to, but I hope he knows how much I love him. He has been my best friend for the last 4 years and I don’t know what I would have done without him. I don’t know when my little Christian grew up, but he is a true man of God now, and I love him all the more for it. It has been about 45 minutes and I am still crying my eyes out (I’m pretty pathetic) but I’m going to be OK. I’m not even really that sad. It’s a feeling I don’t know how to explain, but I am just going to let the tears come. There isn’t much else I can do at this point. 

 

The idea of these entries was to write down something good that happened (a rainbow) each day. This was definitely the highlight of my day. I couldn’t ask for anything more than to see my best friend go off to serve the Lord. I love you Christian. You mean a lot to me man.

 

Well that’s all I really have to write. Good night, I’m just going to blast some Andy Grammer and cry this out like a man.

 

P.S. Christian, I hate you for making me cry this much. Good luck my friend. 

 

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  • Son, I am proud of you for being so touched with love and happiness for Christian. There is no doubt that his decision to serve will bless the lives of the people he encounters, as well as his life and those of his family. His time will fly by as each day will be full of struggles and blessings as he learns to bear testimony of our Savior in a new language. I am so happy for him and look forward to your following in his footsteps. Thanks for sharing your rainbow!
    Love, Dad!