She blew into our community a few years ago like a breath of fresh wind. We got to know her as a worship leader in one of our area churches. There was something about Toshi that was simply different and not just her unusual name.
So yesterday, when word went out that God had taken her home after a 17-month battle with cancer, a lot of people were asking, “Why?” No matter what answers to the why questions I might pretend to hold, I found myself joining them.
Diagnosed just days after her wedding to John, they spent their entire married life together under the cloud of her illness. Even so, she continued to be a blessing to others.
And when a proposal went out to have a fundraising concert for her last year, it seemed relatively speaking like the whole town showed up. She brought a lot of people together.
She was 43. Someone has said that instead of speaking of short lives and long lives, we should speak of small lives and big lives. If impact on others is the metric, then Toshi lived a big life.
It’s hard to imagine this community without her. It’s hard to imagine the world without her. She made a difference.
Things stick around online forever, so to Toshi’s two young children; if years from now you find yourself reading this and you have a need, you can always return to this community and say, “My mom was Toshi.”
I promise you we will remember.