April 9, 2026
Today I find myself remembering my son, Joshua Blake Hargrove.
Joshua was born into our lives with a presence that filled every room. At 6’4”, people noticed him immediately, but what they stayed for was his heart. He carried a joy that was real, not forced. He made people feel seen, welcomed, and valued. There was something in him that drew others in.
On June 22, 2002, at 12:50 a.m., his life on this earth ended suddenly in a car wreck. There are no words that fully explain what that kind of loss does to a father. Time moves forward, but moments like this remind me that love does not fade, and neither does memory.
What stands out even more as the years pass is who Joshua was becoming.
Not long before he died, he told his friends he wanted to serve Jesus. That matters deeply to me. In a world full of distractions and competing voices, my son was turning his heart toward Christ. That was not something we put on him in that moment. It was something God was doing in him.
And in a way only God can orchestrate, Joshua’s life did not end that night.
He left behind more than memories. He left a path.
There was a youth Bible study connected to his life that we began to shepherd after his passing. What we thought would be a small act of faithfulness became a 20-year journey. Through that ministry, we were connected to hundreds of young people. We walked with them, learned from them, prayed with them, and watched God work in their lives.
That journey changed us.
It led his mother and me into places we never expected. It shaped our calling. It is part of what led us to become licensed and ordained pastors. Looking back, I can see clearly that God used Joshua’s life to open a door of ministry that has impacted far more people than we could have imagined.
That is not how a father plans a legacy for his son.
But it is how God redeems what we cannot understand.
Joshua’s witness was not just in what he said at the end, but in how he lived. His kindness, his joy, his presence, and his growing desire to follow Jesus continue to speak. His life still echoes in the lives of those he touched and in the work that continues today.
I miss him. There is not a day that passes that I do not think about what could have been.
But I am grateful.
Grateful for the years we had.
Grateful for the man he was becoming.
Grateful that his life pointed toward Jesus.
Grateful that his story did not end in the darkness of that night, but continues in the light of what God has done since.
If you knew Joshua, you know what I mean.
If you didn’t, his life still speaks.
And as his dad, I can say this with certainty:
His life mattered.
His faith mattered.
And his legacy lives.
Love you
From mom and dad
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