It's shocking when something so sudden and tragic happens. Especially when it's unexpected...and you're unprepared.
I went to the Tenebre service at Zion with the Heimers, then had dinner and came home to a message from my fellow work UC, asking me to call her, so I did.
My friend and co-worker, a CNA with three kids, the youngest eleven years old, was found on the floor of her house by her daughter after getting home from working last night...they rushed her to the hospital. She had a stroke and passed away.
Last time I saw her was Wednesday night -Thursday morning...she was so excited 'cause she had gotten tickets to see her favorite singer. She was telling us about how she had bought new clothes for the concert and how she was looking forward to going with her boyfriend, who was willing to look the other way while she acted like a total groupie fan.
Why do things like this happen? It makes no sense at all.
And I realize that it doesn't make sense because they aren't supposed to happen. We aren't supposed to die, we aren't supposed to hurt, to cry, to feel alone, to feel abandoned. I can't help but think how her children must be feeling right now...she was just forty years old.
God gave His Son for days like these, for moments like these. To show us love when we're hurting, to carry our loneliness upon His own shoulders, to cry along side us...
The coming of Easter Sunday...a reminder that not only does my Savior live, but so does my friend. She's with her Love and Savior...
While the rest of us are left hurting...but with the comfort of life after death with Christ Jesus and His Father God.
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